Over the years I have written and directed a few bible schools. Just like my teaching I like everything to be themed. Our church home for a few years was First Baptist Church of Osceola. At the time the church building stood just a short…
Month: September 2017
Every year we took a trip to see our great United States of America. As a teacher I loved seeing historical places that would enrich my teaching. We had visited Independence Rock where settlers had passed by signing and dating it. It was fun to see all the names and dates. We had walked in the ruts made by the wagons formed after many years of travel.
We made our way to Colorado where we visited the Black Canyon of the Gunnison. It was beautiful from the over look. It was so deep it looked black. After some discussion we decided to take the drive down into the canyon. The road was a 16 percent grade and had hairpin curves all the way down. It was very narrow and to this day I’m not sure how you would pass someone if you met them
Before I begin the journey down I must tell you we had just purchased our new thunderbird a month or so before the trip. We began the decent and within minutes the magnitude of the drop could be felt. We continued slowly seeing no place to change our mind and turn back. A ways into the journey (to the center of the earth) our brakes began to smell. It seemed obvious that it had probably not been a good plan.
We found a wider spot in the road and decided we would attempt to turn around. The boys and I climbed out of the car. John began maneuvering the car backing and inching forward a bit at a time. I think I held my breath the whole time while signaling him to stop before he came to the edge of the cliff. After what seemed like an hour but was probably a few short minutes the car was headed back up the canyon. We all climbed back in took a deep breath and enjoyed the ride to the top.
This picture is a work in progress. I have always wanted to paint a picture of my great-grandfather guarding the prisoner tied to his bed. I didn’t have a picture of the event but I hope to capture the history. Great-grandpa was the constable of Climax Springs, Missouri. The red book on the table was a record book where he recorded all the events and things he did. It was burned in a house fire. Such a loss of history.
School started last week and I taught my first art classes for the year. I never fail to marvel at the progress of Cornerstone Academy of the Ozarks. It has grown so much since that first year. God has truly blessed. What a fun day it was! Being around the children brings a spirit of renewal to me. The students are so kind, generous and happy. I love teaching there.
My teaching career has taken me on many journeys. In the 90s I applied to be a star teacher. This was a job through the state Dept. of Education. The job was to travel from school to school and share the programs offered by the MO Dept. of Ed. I was called to come in for the interview process. I was so excited. This would be an amazing opportunity for me. I began answering questions mostly about my classroom. Most people who know me would say I am quiet and shy but get me talking about something I am passionate about and you can’t shut me up. Of course they were asking me about my teaching and I was very excited and passionate about the things I did with my students.
The questions kept coming and I kept bubbling over with responses and getting positive excited responses from them. It was a delightful experience. I’m thinking how wonderful to be able to sit here and share my teaching experiences with the heads of education in our state. They kept saying, “That is exactly what we are looking for.” I just knew my chances of getting the position were good. They finalized the interview with information relating to travel, work etc. The whole interview was wonderful. Then came my final question. They asked,
“Do you have any questions?”
I was not sure where my response came from as it was not on my mind at anytime before or during the interview. I said in a small quiet voice, ” Do I have to try to sell each program to a school district even if it does not fit their district.” There was dead silence and then a few glances at each other. I knew right then my chances of getting to be a star teacher was over. When I returned to the car I told my husband I had just blown my chances. I had a real peace about it even though I felt disappointed. I believe God had reminded me not to put myself in a position where I had to compromise or promote things that might not be right. I am so glad God speaks in that small quiet voice to direct our paths. We need to stand firm on God’s Word and the things He places in our hearts even when it may not seem like the right response to others. I don’t look at it as a missed opportunity but as a gift of wisdom from God.