52-week blog challenge - week 3 (and 4 and 5 and 6 and 7) ugh...

 I am so so so behind - soooo this will be a condensed version of the weeks I've missed.

Week 3 

Meet My Family...
I
am
behind
again.....

But, here's my fam jam.
My number one support team.
The humans who know me the best...
.............and still love me.

Dad.
The head of our family.
Our hero.
Our protector.
The best representation of what my Heavenly Father is like: loving, intentional, looking out for me, supportive, and encouraging.

My dad has such a huge heart. He will bend over backwards to help someone. His words are always full of encouragement and you will be sure of his love and support. He knew how sensitive I was (am...), and he has done a great job of teaching and guiding me with such gentle love and correction. I am so incredibly blessed to have been raised by this wonderful man!

Mom.
The rock solid support.
Our truth seeker and speaker.
A wonderful, gifted teacher.

My mom's walk with God is such a beautiful thing. She holds so tightly to Him, clinging to Him for strength in her own weakness. She has welcomed us in to watch her walk with God as we've grown up - which must be a humbling, hard thing to do. She speaks truth and wisdom. She's who I go to for advice, and who I immediately talk to when I need prayer. I am beyond blessed to call her mom.

Marion.
My sister (almost twin).
Avid reader.
The one who knows me best.

She has literally been there my whole life. She's a little like a guardian angel/second mom/body guard/best friend. She would pick on me (naturally, as the oldest sister), but heaven help you if you picked on me. I'm so thankful for this soul sister that's walked through literally everything with me. We were there together for all the crazy life stages and countries and cultural experiences, and I'm so thankful for her!

Joshua.
The youngest.
The pianist.
The witty smartsie math one.

What a blessing my little brother is! I can't even imagine my life without him. At 16, I finally became a big sister and gave up my spot as the baby in the family. He made life super interesting and it has been so incredible to watch him grow up. He's had to put up with practically having three moms - oops. He's smart. He's stubborn. He's talented. I could listen to him play piano all day. I hate to be missing so much of his life right now. He's growing up so fast and I tear up a little each time I see him. So thankful that God had plans for this little one to be part of our family back in 2003!

Week 4

Top 4 places I'd like to visit with one photo to show why:

1. Greece

   

   Zante Island - Greece - https://www.greektravel.com/greekislands/zakynthos/

2. Slovenia

   

   Lake Bled - Slovenia - https://www.earthtrekkers.com/best-things-to-do-in-lake-bled-slovenia/

3. Croatia

   

   Plitvice lakes - Croatia - https://www.touropia.com/photos-of-plitvice-lakes/

4. Iceland

   

   Seljalandsfoss Waterfall - Southern Coast - https://expertvagabond.com/ring-road-trip-iceland/

5. Spain

   

   Andalusia province - Spain - http://www.destination360.com/europe/spain/andalusia

   I know that was short, but I'm behind.  

Week 5

My favorite holiday: Christmas.

A time of family.

Decorations.

Celebrating the love that was given to us through the birth (and eventually death and resurrection) of Jesus.

Light.

Cozy living rooms with Christmas trees.

Yummy food.

More time with family.

Wonderfully romantic and enchanting Christmas music and Christmas lights. 

White Christmas.

Fun Christmas clothes.

Week 6

Ten years from now...

No clue. Can't even predict that. I have no way of knowing what God has planned for me. I know I'll be older, and hopefully wiser. All I can commit to is that I'll still be loving the Lord and serving Him wherever He wants me (Lord willing).

Week 7

My childhood memories.

One very distinct memory that I can still see, feel, and hear, happened at the cabin near my grandmothers. We were living there when my grandfather passed away. There was a pond in front of the cabin but we were never aloud to swim in it (still not really sure why). We did like to throw a Frisbee for our black lab out into the water. She would run to the pond, jump in, and paddle out to get it. But this particular time, for some reason she hit it with her paw and it sank. It hadn't been thrown too far out (remember, we were kids with wimpy arms) so we decided to go in and get it. My sister and I timidly began walking into the pond were we dock the little fishing boats. It was incredibly squishy and soft. Our feet immediately sank. The water was murky and brown and we couldn't see more than a few inches into the water. We also liked to fish in the pond and we were fully aware that there were snapping turtles. I remember the fear of each step as we were feeling with our toes to try and find the Frisbee, yet hoping that we wouldn't experience a SNAP from a snapping turtle. I'm sure the snapping turtles were no where around because our dog had been fetching for a while before we went in. Lots of splashing and noise. Now that we were wading in waist deep and then chest deep, feet and toes squishing into the muck at the bottom of the lake, there was even more noise - squealing and screaming each time we touched anything. I don't remember who found it or even if we ever did. But it's a very poignant memory.

In lieu of flowers...

💖

Valentine's Day has a certain stigma when you are single. It's dreaded because you become painfully aware of what the world declares is love...and the fact that you don't have it.
This year, Valentine's Day fell smack dab in the middle of one of the craziest weeks here at ICSB - tournament week. Each day is a different dress up day (so much fun, of course). It all culminates in Thursday's pep rally before school is over and then...let the games begin! But, not so conveniently placed in the middle of that is Valentine's Day AND the 100th day of school. Now, if you are an elementary teacher, the tension is probably already palpable for you just reading those words. Don't get me wrong, we had a BLAST!!! But it was definitely draining!

But that's not my point. My point was that it was gloriously freeing to have that "dreaded" point-out-all-your-friends-that-are-single day wedged in the middle of so many other things. It was like the smallest little blip on the radar compared to everything else we did during the week. We spent time doing fun, Valentine's related things; I wrote my kids cute little Valentine's notes; we had cake. It was a good day. But it wasn't all consuming and that was like a breath of fresh air. I didn't have time to focus on the fact that I didn't get what everyone (read "everyone") else was getting - dates, heart shaped chocolates, flowers, love notes, etc. But what I did get was my heart full to overflowing with love from my students and quality time with basically my whole ICSB family over the weekend as we tried to love like Jesus!

Our community rallied together to put on tournament week and basically everyone had a role (some small, some huge) that helped our school function this weekend. We were able to host schools from all over Eastern Europe and have a chance to show them God's love - even when it was tough (trust me...there's a long list of examples).
I watched as one Bulldog player united his team during an intense game where emotions were flying real high. He also encouraged peace on the sidelines and tried to offer an olive branch, so to speak, to the opposing team. That is an example of God's love in action.
I watched another Bulldog player rally her team after a brutal loss, encouraging them to press on, and lifting their spirits even in the strain of losing an injured player. Because of her perseverance and joyfulness in the moment, the girls team was united and played well together - even pulling out a win! That's God's love in action.
I watched staff members in the background, unseen, pulling off so many different jobs to make the many events run smoothly. Most of the time those things were unobserved and unrecognized. Most of the time they weren't even required to do it. That's God's love in action.
I saw parents, stressed, sacrificing, serving to make sure people were fed (and had candy). Many of them weren't able to watch their own children competing in the basketball games because they were working various shifts. Yes, they may have been required to help - way to go junior parents - but the fact that I saw many of them smiling and engaging with the people they were serving says a lot for their character. That's God's love in action.
I saw several families that speak Russian purposefully reaching out to the two Russian teams that were here. Most of the players didn't speak English (and, I'll be honest, they were intense and very good at basketball). But these families included them into their fold and made efforts to communicate with them and love on them. Many of us couldn't do that because of the language barrier. But watching those Russian-speaking families (parents and kids, and even a few Bulldog players) extend love and hospitality to those visitor teams was neat. One ICSB father sat beside a Russian player as he was with the nurse, helping translate as the nurse took his blood pressure. The Bulldogs had just lost to the Russians. That dad didn't have to be there, but he was willing. And as they talked, I saw the Russian player relaxing and smiling. That's God's love in action.

This whole line of thought came from one thing - reading back over 1 Corinthians 13 this morning.
I decided to read that chapter to my kids for morning devotions on Valentine's Day and I was reminded of what love really is. It's not about the flowers and chocolate (although I'm sure that's nice). Love should look more like what I saw being lived out through the ICSB community this weekend:

"Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things." 1 Corinthians 13:4-7

 We have a chance to be this kind of love to the world around us. What are you going to do about it? 

The balls in your court.