Can you see what is on the back of my chair? I know my desk looks like a parade float but I like it soft! Do you want to sit in the reading chair?
Here's all the wordy stuff! LOVE!
Here is where the paraprofessional will sit. I'm so glad she'll join me every day, first period!
Last night I sprayed this old dog-chewed stool, so I can sit down while I teach. I know, lazy.
Meanwhile, back at home, look at this ambitious hollyhock!
Look at the zinnias! They are bright like the colors in a crayon box.
And good morning to YOU, Morning Glories!
Here is a smiley face for you! Thank you for your good wishes and prayers for the first week of school. I found a very real prayer in my Elizabeth Goudge A Diary of Prayer, written by a nun. I'll leave it for you.
A Mother Superior's Prayer
Lord, Thou knowest better than I know myself that I am
growing older, and will some day be old.
Keep me from getting talkative, and particularly from the fatal
habit of thinking that I must say something on every subject and on every occasion.
Release me from craving to straighten out everybody's affairs.
Keep my mind from the recital of endless details - give me wings to come to the point.
I ask for grace enough to listen to the tales of others' pains. Help me to endure them with patience.
But seal my lips on my own aches and pains - they are increasing, and my love of rehearsing them is becoming sweeter as the years go by.
Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally it is possible that I may be mistaken.
Keep me reasonably sweet. I do not want to be a saint - some of them are so hard to live with - but a sour old woman is one of the crowning works of the devil.Make me thoughtful - but not moody; helpful, but not bossy. With my vast store of wisdom it seems a pity not to use it all, but Thou knowest Lord, that I want a few friends at the end.
I'm so glad you stopped by! May your week roll on the high seas of joy!