Monthly Archives: September 2011

Wow Wednesdays 11- India Edition Part 3

A few weeks ago, my friend Nirupa stayed with me for a weekend which prompted one of the biggest “wow’s” in recent months.  Her visit also prompted PART ONE and PART TWO of the Wow Wednesdays- India series because in order to fully appreciate the meaning of her visit, you have to understand what  all “went down” while I was in India.

I explained in Part 1 how I watched three Hindu men turn to Jesus.  This ushered me up to a mountaintop experience where God came near and revealed His love and His goodness and His power.

Then in Part 2, I explained how I spoke with a young Hindu boy who believes in multiple deities and told me he’d see me in heaven.  Cue the tumbling descent into the valley of doubt where God felt distant and His love, goodness, and power all were called into question.

Now it’s finally time for Part 3, where I get to explain how God responded to my doubts and questions, not with theological reasoning, but with a person.  He quieted my doubts and my fears by simply introducing me to Nirupa.

Part three is also my chance to show you pictures like these: Continue reading

Sunday Morning Confessions 18

1.  Sometimes I look like a bum in public.  Right now is one of those times.  It’s Friday night.  Others are out at the movies and parties and football games.  Me?  I’m at Panera with wet hair, mascara-smudged eyes, and sweatpants that have cat hair and peanut butter on them.  In my defense, introverts can only take so much “socializing” so by Friday night, I’m typically beat and in some major need of some “bum” time.

Okay, so it’s not just Fridays.  It was also on Wednesday this week.  After a long day of acting like a grown-up, nothing sounds better than lounging in a pair of sweats and eating a bowl of Luckies. Continue reading

Wow Wednesdays 10- India Edition Part 2

Warning: this edition of “Wow Wednesdays” got a bit lengthy.  Okay, maybe more than “a bit.”  It’s a doozy.  Everyone says you should keep your blog posts short, but they also say you should wear sunblock and drink diet soda instead of regular, so apparently I’ve stopped listening to what “everyone” says.

And if you were wondering, yes, I realize this week’s “Wow Wednesday” is being posted on Friday.  But I tell my students to turn their work in late rather than “scribble some crap” at lunch, so please accept my late work; I promise I did not scribble this at lunch.

 A Wart, A Boy, and A Mean Case of Doubt

When we were younger, my sister used to chase me around the house, threatening to wipe her boogers on me.  And when a giant wart grew on the end of her index finger, she chased me around with that too.  She claimed it was contagious and I was five, so I believed her.  Several years later, an ugly, bulbous wart sprouted on the inside of my knee and I was not one bit surprised.  I fully blamed my sister and all her days of “wart wiping.” Continue reading

Wow Wednesdays- delayed…again

I know.

You’re sick of my delays and you’re tired of my excuses.

I am too.

But I’ve been working for quite a while on “Wow Wednesday- India Edition Part Two” and quite frankly, it’s just not ready.  It’s one of those posts that I’ve been needing to write, not so much for you, but rather for me.  And it’s not an easy one to write.

It’s about a little boy I encountered in India who rocked my world- and not in a good way.

It’s also about my battle with warts on my legs.

But it’s mainly about my journey with doubt.

So while I work on revising that post, I have some pictures, a story, and a question for you. Continue reading

Sunday Morning Confessions 17- Spanish Style

I have some more classroom confessions from this week.  They involve misspelling simple words on the board,  crying while reading aloud, and being asked by a freshman boy if “douchey” is an adjective.  (For the record, it IS used as an adjective, but it has yet to make it into Webster’s Dictionary.  He received a warning about inappropriate comments though I couldn’t contain my initial reaction which was a loud snort/laugh.)  But rather than reliving those awkward moments, allow me to indulge myself instead, cling to summer just a bit longer, and relive a week spent in Spain this summer with one of my oldest friends.

And by “oldest”, I mean craziest.  I’m pretty sure everyone has a friend that they’ve labeled their “crazy friend so-n-so.”  Mine goes by the name Christy.  Sometimes I call her my hippy friend; sometimes she’s my “friend with the crazy hair”; but usually she’s simply “my crazy friend, Christy.” Continue reading

Wow Wednesdays 9- India Edition Part 1

“Wow Wednesdays” is a discipline for me.  Not like a “soap in the mouth” kind of discipline, but like a “read the Bible each day” kind of discipline.  It forces me to write and it forces me to acknowledge the times my jaw has dropped during the week.  I say “wow” for lots of reasons.  Often it’s because humans are so stinkin weird or my nephews are so stinkin cute, but the greatest instigator of “wows” has always been our great God.  Wednesdays are when I chronicle some of the odd crap I’ve witnessed but mainly the cool crap God has taught me.  


The next three weeks of “Wow Wednesdays” are dedicated to India.  Yes, the country.  And yes, it was over seven years ago that I was there, but the following picture was taken just this past weekend.There is a long and crazy story, full of major wow moments, behind this picture.

In fact, it’s so long and crazy that instead of overwhelming you with one monstrously massive post explaining how I know Nirupa and how my time in India affected my faith and continues to do so, I’m breaking it up into three chewable chunks over the course of the next three Wednesdays.  Here’s a brief summary of the three parts of Wow Wednesdays- India Edition.

Part 1) Wow- God is real and loving and easy to share when eating curry and laughing with the waiters.

Part 2) Wow- I’m not sure if God actually is loving or the only way.  Holy crap balls.

Part 3)  Wow- How could I ever doubt God or His love or His truth? Nirupa visits the US of A!

Yeah, it’s a bit of a roller coaster but such is my journey.  So without further ado, here is PART ONE of Wow Wednesdays- India Edition. Continue reading

Sunday Morning Confessions 16- First Week Back

The first week of school requires some major adjustments for teachers.  Our days of lounging by the pool with a book in hand quickly become a distant memory as we step back into the classroom and onto the stage to perform for 6 straight hours in front of 20-30 teenagers who scrutinize every word we say and necklace we wear.  Not only do our vocal cords have to adjust to all this non-stop blabbing, our feet have to adjust to all the standing and our bladders have to adjust to all the holding.  Twice I came home and collapsed on my bedroom floor and woke up 2 hours later.  My cat was very concerned.

But I’m not complaining because I really do love this job.  In the midst of all this “readjusting” to my life as a teenager entertainer, I did some things that I need to confess.  And I’m not just talking about the fact that I missed the week of meetings before school started because I forgot to look at a calendar when planning my Europe trip.  No, I’m talking about confessions from inside room A1.  Confessions that I’m sure have been shared with parents by now and confessions which may or may not be the reason the principal stopped by my room on Friday and said we needed to chat.  Dun dun dun.  (to be read in the tone of dread)  I’m really hoping it’s just to remind me to check my e-mails every once in a while and not because of…,well, because of one of these: Continue reading

Wow Wednesday 8- “Finding the Now and Wow in Istanbul”

“Wow Wednesdays” is a discipline for me.  Not like a “soap in the mouth” kind of discipline, but like a “read the Bible each day” kind of discipline.  It forces me to write and it forces me to acknowledge the times my jaw has dropped during the week.  I say “wow” for lots of reasons.  Often it’s because humans are so stinkin weird or my nephews are so stinkin cute, but the greatest instigator of “wows” has always been our great God.  Wednesdays are when I chronicle some of the odd crap I’ve witnessed but mainly the cool crap God has taught me.  


After planning my trip to England, I told my British friend Tom that I was coming to his country and asked if he’d be in the neighborhood.  Turns out he was living in Istanbul, so I basically invited myself to stay with him for a week.  Yeah, I’m that friend.  Consider yourself warned if you happen to live in a place I’d like to visit.  Istanbul is now one of my all-time favorite cities in the world.  And I pretty much spent five days saying “wow” while I was there.  Here’s why:

* In Istanbul adventure lurks around every corner, just waiting to be discovered.  Tom was the ideal tour guide because as a local, he knew where to find the adventure and how to embrace it.  Plus, he knows everything about everything (or at least pretends to) and has a cool accent so I never tired of listening to him spout endless trivia about the city.  On the day I arrived, I drank lots of tea and coke to stay alert as we explored like we were Lewis and Clark themselves- except we had no Sacagawea. Continue reading

Sunday Morning Confessions 15- International Flights

One of the things I love about flying to other countries is FLYING to other countries.  I realize not everyone will agree with me on this one, but I absolutely love international flights.  LOVE them.  Sure, I suffer from swelling, achy knees, kinks in my neck, and jet lag.  But I love the food and the movies and the people-watching and of course the adventure, oh the sweet adventure,  that international flying allows.  Some swollen toes and fingers and bloodshot eyes are a small price to pay for the adventure to be found on international journeys.

When I board a plane to begin a long flight, I’m always tempted to start high-fiving the other passengers as I squeeze down the aisle.  “Isn’t this great, guys?  We’re on an adventure together!”  Don’t worry, I don’t actually do it.  Common sense tells me that it would freak others out and I should try to just look a little anxious and annoyed as I scrambled for overhead compartment space for my carry-on, so I refrain from high-fiving.   But in my head?  In my head I’m not shuffling down the tiny aisles; I’m skipping.  I’m also sizing up all the other passengers and considering who I will befriend and form alliances with should we happen to crash on a deserted island.  Does anyone else do this? Continue reading

Better Late Than Never. Right?

Let me preface this post by saying that I know I’m ridiculous.

I take procrastinating to an entirely new level.

Example: my friend had a baby girl and named her Olivia.  I bought her one of the Olivia books and put it under my bed, intending to mail it to her once I bought a card.  Since then, the book has collected mounds of dust, I’m pretty sure my cat threw up on it, Livvy turned into a toddler, and my friend had another baby girl.  I still plan on mailing her the Olivia book, though.  Maybe I’ll do it tomorrow. Continue reading