a scribble of jo

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for now: recent posts

  • counting minutes

    The year started in a place I didn’t expect: New York. As the hours winded down to the last midnight of 2013, all I could think about was being somewhere else, figuratively. Literally. I was supposed to be at the beach in Ecuador with my sisters’ husbands’ family. I was supposed to be drinking a…

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  • the grace to give thanks

    Maybe it is the holidays closing in upon us that makes me weary, or perhaps it is the 24/7 life that calls to keep on keeping on–either way, I look out my backyard window and ask, “How much longer, Lord?” I don’t think I even fully understand what it is that I await. I just…

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  • burdens breaking

    These last few weeks have been filled with moments of hardship. Things that should have been simple have hurt me, and I’ve fallen asleep some nights with an aching for another home. I have felt the weight of this calling–the calling to serve, the calling to sacrifice, the calling to keep on pouring out even…

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  • the old man and the sea

    My students and I are about to start reading The Old Man and the Sea, and I’m excited/scared to explore the idea of defeat with them. In the book Santiago fights to bring home the greatest marlin man has ever seen, and although he fails, there is still victory in his return. Even though the…

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  • excited for a face fall

    I’m so excited. I’m not ready, and I’m behind in all the work that has to get done before next Monday, but I am excited. I’m excited to see my students, to start our classes, to watch this year happen. It should be different, I think. A year ago, in this position, sitting through these…

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currently

It doesn’t come naturally, choosing this over all the other demands the day is making. It doesn’t come naturally, training my pipsqueaks to give a little space, so I can “do my Bible.” It doesn’t come naturally, waking up early and following through.