Singing With My Sisters

Sunday night I had the privilege of singing with my two sisters, Amy and Hannah. We’ve been singing together our whole life…in front of the mirror, in the kitchen, in the car, and on the stage. I love singing with them!:)

Sisters  Amy, Hannah, Paige

Sisters
Amy, Hannah, Paige

When we sing together Amy sings the “top”, whether it happens to be soprano or the tenor harmony. Hannah sings the “middle”, usually the melody but sometimes alto. I sing the “bottom”, or usually the leftovers!;) We swap around if needed, even if it’s mid-song! Here are some videos of us singing together. A big thanks to Gail McWilliams at Enon Baptist Church for the videos.

Oh Holy Night

He Leadeth Me

Mary’s Treasure-an original by me:)

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I Started A Blog This Year

I love words. And sometimes when I recall certain events in my life, words–like written words–flash across my mental view of those events. Does that happen to any of you? When I think of 2014, several words flash through my mind. First, I see God. He pulled me close to His side this year, and I didn’t shy away for fear of where He would take me. What a sweet journey it’s been, and it’s only just begun. Another word I see is music. I played the piano every day this year. Every day. I don’t consider myself an accomplished piano player, but the old adage “practice makes perfect” does ring true here…although in my case, it’s more like “practice makes better.” I see the word family. Through a closer relationship with the Lord, my family and I have grown closer into a tightly-knit unit. My boys and I talk about Jesus like He’s our best friend, because He is. My husband and I both committed to a daily quiet time with the Lord and it’s changed both of our lives. A fourth word I see is writing. As soon as I tuned my ear to His voice and started picking around on the piano again, I started writing again. But I didn’t just write songs. I started journaling, which led to some devotional type writings that I thought would stay in my notebook, for me and the Lord only. Which was okay with me. All of these words lead to the last word that floats across my picture of 2014. That word is opportunity. When I think of this word, I see myself sitting in the old fellowship hall of my beloved church family’s building. I see myself writing “Please send me an opportunity” on an index card and committing to pray for that opportunity and to trust in the Lord who would provide in His perfect timing. card 1 The Lord has since sent me an opportunity every day. Many opportunities were already there–I just didn’t see them through my business and my insecurity. Like slowing down to talk with my boys about why I played the piano. Or talking with them about having a quiet moment with Jesus each day. Like stopping to hold the door open for a person weighed down with life and offering a smile. Like taking an extra moment to talk with a stranger in the waiting room, then realizing that they weren’t a stranger after all, because the Spirit in me was in the Spirit in them, too. He’s sent me an opportunity every day. But some opportunities were special. Meeting some of my long time heroes of music and songwriting. Studying under them. Writing about singing groups that I love for a magazine. Singing and speaking at churches and leading worship at revivals and women’s conferences. Making a CD. And starting this blog. The joy that I feel when I get to journal God’s opportunities and songs for my friends has been so fulfilling…so exciting! Meeting new writers, new friends, who are also grabbing God’s opportunities has been heartwarming and encouraging. I started the blog My Story, My Song because I wanted to share my music with my friends on social media. I didn’t realize how many words were on the tip of my tongue. Words about faith, words about family, words about teaching, words about writing and music. My Story, My Song is a blog with different categories. Most of my posts are Devotionals. Many of them chronicle my adventures in writing and music. Almost all of them include a song at the end. Songs speak to me like nothing else, especially the hymns of the church and songs that the Lord whispers to my heart. About halfway through  my blogging journey, I began posting occasionally about teaching, which is very near and dear to my heart as a ten-year veteran of teaching kindergarten. My teaching posts don’t include songs, though the response to the teaching posts have been overwhelming and appreciated. I wanted to share some of this year’s blog highlights with you, my friends. The first post I made… I spent forever reading and rereading my first post back in April of 2014. I think my husband could have recited it from memory by the time my shaky hand hit the “publish” button. It really is a scary thing to lay the words of your heart out for anyone to read and respond to! Here is my first post ever: This Is My Story The hardest post I wrote…My sister and her husband went through an amazing journey of adoption and premature birth and faith in God. When they were ready to share their story, I thought the words would just flow like water. They didn’t. I just sat and stared at the blinking icon forever, praying and thanking God for their journey, which became our journey. Eventually, He sent the words. Here is the story of Hannah, Jayson, and Carter: Walk to You The most fun post to write…On Fridays, I talk my husband’s ear off about school. Particularly, kindergarten. I unload the week’s victories and frustrations and he listens (I guess) patiently while I let it all out. One Friday, I decided to give him a break and write it all down instead. It was So. Much. Fun! Here it is, my favorite one(!!!!!!): Teaching Kindergarten…ABCs, 123s, and OMGs! The stories I was privileged to share…We all have a story (and I song, I believe). This year I was honored to share some of my family and friends’ stories of hope in a God who never fails. Their stories reached many, many hurting hearts and provided healing and comfort. One story, mentioned above, was the story of Hannah, Jayson, and Carter. Here are three more stories: Linda’s Story, Becky’s Story, Sandra’s Story The most popular (and surprising) post I made…One summer afternoon I was at home with the boys playing at my feet, and my mind was swirling with “back to school” ideas. I love teaching. I love kindergarten. I truly do. And God spoke to my heart about what His kind of love really is, and how that relates to the classroom. So I stood at my kitchen counter and wrote this post, which surprisingly made it to wordpress.com’s number one post for three successive days, and in the top posts for several days after! It was reprinted in several magazines and newspapers. This meant a lot to me, though it may not to professional bloggers! I was stunned that such a simple post from my heart garnered nationwide attention from teachers, parents, pastors, laypeople, and atheists alike. But, you know, we serve a mighty God, and He takes our simple efforts where He wants! Here is my heart for teaching in a post: To The Christian Teacher in A Public School I want to leave this year by saying thank you to you. For reading. For liking. For commenting. For sharing. I appreciate it so much. Every little click means so much to a writer who pours his or her soul out on the screen. Thank you, friends. Looking to more opportunities for 2015. Paige What about you? Did you start a blog this year? Did you continue a wonderful blog? Share it here in the comments, so we can follow you and share in your opportunities!

sharing at holleygerth.com and faithalongtheway.com

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2014 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

The Louvre Museum has 8.5 million visitors per year. This blog was viewed about 560,000 times in 2014. If it were an exhibit at the Louvre Museum, it would take about 24 days for that many people to see it.

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About That Difficult Child…

About That Difficult Child….

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Teaching Kindergarten: ‘Twas The Week Before Christmas

I can’t believe that the school year is half over! Time really does fly when you are having fun, and I have had so much fun this year teaching kindergarten students and learning from them at the same time.

It seems like yesterday I was closing the door to all the sad moms and dads and turning around to face them for the first time. How is this year going to go? was, and always is, my first thought.

Turns out, I have a pretty awesome class. They make coming to school so much fun. Even the dreaded week before Christmas!

In years past, the week before Christmas has seemed to drag by for me. The days stretch and stretch until I am a busy, fussy mess of a teacher. I’ve come to realize that I do it to myself. I get excited about the season and I throw away all sorts of routine and procedures during my day. Then I complain and fuss when my kids “act up”.

So last year my kids were really good at Christmas. I followed my routine to a capital T every day,  never veering left nor right.

But that wasn’t special. And Christmas is special.

So I had this question on my mind…How do you make the Christmas season special in your room without throwing away the structure of your day?

My fellow kindergarten and preschool teachers and I have collaborated at length about this, and here are some ideas we’ve come up with. Now, as always, these are by no means exhaustive, and we always love to get new ideas if you’d like to share in the comments below.

The key for me is keeping the general structure and routine of the day the same. One of the truest things I’ve learned in my ten plus years of teaching kindergarten and preschool is that children do best with routine and structure. Children do BEST with routine and structure.

So take my “specials” and insert them within the routine of my day.

As shared in an earlier post this year about the Home Living station, I turn my kitchen/home living area into a Christmas station in December. I bring in a tiny tree and provide a basket of non-breakable ornaments. The children spend almost the entire time putting ornaments on the tree and taking them off. Seriously. They are getting to do what many of them have not been allowed to do before with the breakables at home! They simply love it. My friends Lori and Connie also gave me the idea of gluing plastic letters together to make sight word ornaments for the kids to read and hang on the tree. You can also write sight words on non-breakable globe ornaments. Don’t have any “safe” ornaments? Let your kids bring them in from home. Parents have always been so helpful in this area.

Parents are also helpful when it comes to Christmas crafts. This one is probably pretty obvious, but I’ve found that many parents are happy to come and do a craft at Christmastime, especially if they work outside the home and don’t get to volunteer very often. This is a fun opportunity for them, and it definitely helps me with craft time, since I’m not the craftiest kindergarten teacher.

And, now for the part I’ve been most excited about this year…the week before Christmas! My friends Tina, Tara, Rachael, and myself decided to do a special theme for each day of the week before Christmas. Now usually I’m anti-straying-from-the-routine. But this year, I have added special touches to my usual routine that go along with the day’s theme, thanks to ideas from brainstorming with my teaching friends. Here are our themes for the week:

Monday: Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer Day We encourage all of our students to wear red. We make antler headbands and paint noses red. We read, compare, and contrast different versions of the Rudolph story. We share youtube songs and videos with our students. Two of my favorites are here:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lM6mDRhKAcA Rudolph Song

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E48dJsivx7s Rudolph Hokey Pokey

We also make reindeer food and make reindeer handprints and ornaments. We  visit websites to learn facts about reindeer/caribou. A good resource for this is pebblego.com.

rudolph

Tuesday: Do You Want To Build A Snowman? We encourage students to wear white. We build snowmen in a variety of ways, including with paper plates, construction paper, thumbprints, and cotton balls. We read books about Frosty the Snowman and Olaf. We watch the clip of the famous song “Do You Want To Build A Snowman?” on youtube. We “build” snowmen using icing, marshmallows, pretzel sticks, and chocolate chips. (You could also do a melted snowman with vanilla ice cream instead of marshmallows.) We study how snow forms and the effects of snow. In Alabama, snow is a very exciting thing to us!

olaf

Wednesday: How The Grinch Stole Christmas We encourage students to wear green. We eat green snacks and make green koolaide and make green crafts. We read the story and watch the movie. We discuss where one “finds” Christmas.

grinch

Thursday: Polar Express Pajama Party Yes, by this time, we are tired. 🙂 We wear pajamas to school. We create our ticket for the Polar Express and eat cookies and drink hot cocoa. We read the story and watch the movie.

polar express

Friday: Let’s Party There really is no name for this day. While the first four days of the week seem to drag by for me, this last day flies by and is over before I can catch my breath.

And then they are gone for two weeks. And my prayer is always that they remember the special, magical, happy moments that happened during the week before Christmas in kindergarten. After all, for some of them, this may be the only fun and magic that they experience during the season.

What are your ideas? We want to hear them!!!

Merry Christmas, my teacher friends!

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Teaching Kindergarten…Why I Got Rid of Rules

Growing up, I was a rule follower to the core. I still have tendencies to follow the “rules”. In fact, just typing in the title of my post today made me cringe a little!

Rules are important to maintain order in society; I get that. But in my experience as a kindergarten teacher, I’ve seen the gaps in my rules and consequences procedures.

Think back to your school experiences. Weren’t there rules posted on the wall in most of your classrooms? Maybe something like this…

Class Rules

1. I will raise my hand before speaking.

2. I will take care of school property.

3. I will not talk when the teacher is talking.

4. I will not run in the hall.

5. I will not run in the classroom.

6. (The alpha rule of all rules…say it with me) I will keep hands, feet, an all objects to myself at all times.

Do you know why I know these rules so well? They were posted in my classroom for several years! And do you know how many times I regurgitated these rules to my kindergarten students daily, especially numbers 1, 4, 5, and 6? And do you know how many notes I wrote home telling parents that their child was having trouble following the rules at school?

After writing the same note for about the hundredth time, I started to ask myself, Is the problem the kids, or is it me? Or is it the rules?

Now, I’m not of the belief that kids are innocent in their behaviors. I’m not of the belief that kids don’t need to take responsibility for their actions. I’m also not of the belief that unpleasant behavior doesn’t need to be addressed. I do believe that my job is to teach my students how to behave, though, especially if they haven’t been taught how to behave at home. And the rules weren’t helping me to teach my students how to behave. They were only helping me to “catch” my students being bad. I realized it was time for a change.

I turned to a book that was given to me by my school system as a first year teacher. The First Days of School: How To Be An Effective Teacher by Harry Wong is a book that I would recommend to any teacher, no matter how many years of experience are under their belt. I reread the book and then tailored the information inside to fit my personality, my grade level, and my particular classroom of kids.

And the results were wonderful. Not really because of me, but because my kids thrived on their new daily routine.

In the years since I implemented my new “no rules” system, I feel like my kids have enjoyed themselves more, have been kinder, and have been managed way more effectively. I have enjoyed my days more and I have felt like an effective teacher.

I truly think that if your classroom is not managed, you will be unable to teach to your fullest potential. So here’s what I do (of course this may not fit your needs, but I encourage you to find a plan that does).

First of all, my post title today is a bit misleading, because I do have one rule, although it’s more of a statement. I love to tell my kids on the first day of school that we just have one rule in my room, and that they will always remember it, even if they’re just five years old. My rule is Be Nice. That’s it. Be Nice.

It takes care of everything.

Being nice means having nice hands, nice feet, and nice words. On the first day of school, I read a story about kindness, niceness, being friends, etc. There are many wonderful books out there, but I usually read Kevin Henkes’s Chrysanthemum. Then I show my kids a beautiful construction paper heart that I’ve made beforehand. The kids exclaim over my beautiful heart and then gasp in horror as I crumple it up and give it a good rip.

“Why’d you do that for? Nooo!”

I look at them with all of the sadness I can muster, and I tell them that this is what happened to Chrysanthemum’s heart when her friends at school weren’t nice to her. And this is what happens to our hearts when our friends don’t have nice hands, nice feet, or nice words. I ask the kids what they should do if they crumple someone’s heart by not being nice. Of course they respond by offering to apologize and be nice from now on.

So I try to fix the heart. I smooth it out the best I can, but we all soon realize…it’s very hard to fix a wrinkled heart.

The heart idea is not a new idea. I think I first got it from our wonderful school counselor. Some teachers add a poem to the heart that goes along the lines of “Before you act, think and be smart. It’s hard to fix a wrinkled heart.”

So we add the sad little wrinkled heart to our poster that says I CAN BE NICE as a reminder that we never want to be responsible for wrinkling a friend’s heart.

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This is one of the most important and precious lessons that my kids are involved in all year. And it’s not precious because of me, by any means. It’s precious because they are so sincere in their stance that they don’t want to wrinkle anyone’s heart. It is intrinsic motivation for them to be nice.

From there, we spend several days and even weeks talking about what nice hands, feet, and words look and sound like. The most common answers from kids year after year are below.

  • Nice hands don’t hit.
  • Nice hands don’t pinch.
  • Nice hands don’t push.
  • Nice hands don’t throw food.
  • Nice hands don’t scribble.
  • Nice hands don’t turn the lights off in the bathroom. 🙂
  • Nice feet don’t run in the hall.
  • Nice feet don’t kick.
  • Nice feet keep their shoes on.
  • Nice words don’t scream.
  • Nice words don’t yell.
  • Nice words don’t cuss. (This is always their favorite.)
  • Nice words don’t make fun of friends.

Do you notice all the “don’t” phrases? It’s become apparent to me that kids are obsessed with “don’t do this”. I try to remind them that we are thinking of what nice hands, feet, and words look like, not what they don’t look like. Sometimes we change our phrases to things like below.

  • Nice words are quiet when Mrs. Givens is talking.
  • Nice words are sweet to our friends.
  • Nice feet walk in a line.
  • Nice feet walk inside and run outside.
  • Nice hands raise in the air when you have something to say.
  • Nice hands take care of things at school.

There are some items that we keep, though. They always want to keep the “cussing” one, I think because they get to use the word cuss, I don’t know. They always keep the bathroom light one, too. 🙂

I try very hard to keep my ideas locked in my brain and let the kids find their way to the ideas listed above…and they always do. This way, the ownership of being nice is transferred into their hands. They have come up with ways to be nice and I think this makes them more likely to actually follow these ways.

Once we have established that we all want to be nice, my ideas from Harry Wong’s book come into play. In The First Days of School: How To Be An Effective Teacher, Wong talks about the importance of routines and procedures, along with consistency.

This is a pivotal key to classroom management.

I sat down and made a list of the times in the school day when my frustration level was at its highest, when my kids seemed to get in trouble the most. These times of day may be different to different teachers, but the ones that stood out to me the most were:

  1. Unpacking and packing up (and all the kindergarten teachers said Amen!)
  2. Restroom
  3. Missing or broken pencils/crayons

There are other times that I made procedures for, like lining up, leaving the work table to come to the rug, putting papers away, etc. My day is one big list of routines and procedures but the three above were the ones I wanted to address first after reading the book.

So for unpacking, I actually took a camera and took a picture of someone unzipping a backpack, a picture of someone taking out the communication folder, one of someone putting the folder in the proper basket, and a picture of someone putting their backpack away. I mounted the pictures on the wall in 1, 2, 3 order and went over the pictures extensively with my students the day before our new routine started. The next day, it worked beautifully. I did the same thing with my packing up procedure and I still use this process today. If someone ever has a problem with packing up or unpacking, I first refer them to our pictures as a reminder. If they still have trouble with the routine, I have them practice for a few minutes during play stations.

It also used to bug me to no end to stand silently in the hall in a line while two or three students at a time went to the restroom. By the time the whole class had gone, we’d been out in the hall for about five to ten minutes, several kids had gotten in trouble for talking or pushing in line, and it never failed that someone had to go about five minutes later once we were settled back in the room. So I started a new “Restroom” procedure. First, I made sure students were aware of all of the times they had to “try”. Times like “morning activities”, when we are unpacking, eating breakfast, doing quiet activities, etc., are times when students must “try” to go to the restroom. Other times include returning from recess, right before PE, and rest time, when I send them individually. During these times, I am always either at the door welcoming students or in the hallway walking back and forth between four assigned restrooms to make sure students are having nice hands and nice feet. If a student has to go to the restroom at a time other than the “have to try” times, he or she gives me a silent signal and I nod yes or no. We have saved so much time with this procedure.

The third procedure I implemented was the “If my crayon or pencil is broken or lost” procedure (what an original name, I know). I simply have a huge box of last year’s old crayons. If someone’s crayon is lost, they don’t yell out, they just walk to the box and get what they need. If someone finds a crayon on the floor, they ask a few friends if the crayon belongs to them. If no one claims it, the crayon goes in the huge box. Same with pencils. We have one basket. If a pencil is broken or lost, the student goes and swaps it out. I sharpen the broken ones each afternoon.

The HUGE crayon basket

The HUGE crayon basket

There are many more procedures that make up our day, but these three have made the biggest difference in my classroom. I also have a daily picture schedule that includes our whole day’s routine posted on the wall. But here’s the key to the schedule: you have to follow it. I know that things will come up that are not in your control, but following the routine is the best thing that I have done for my classroom management system. Even on days that I don’t feel one hundred percent, even when I’ve had bad mornings, I follow the routine. And I feel better and my kids become calmer. When they question me about lunchtime, or PE, or a special activity, I simply say “You need to check the schedule.” And I move on.

*Special note: there are always times in kindergarten when a student will have trouble following a particular routine, whether from lack of exposure or because of a behavior issue. This calls for practice. To read what I do about practicing, natural consequences, and reinforcement, click here: I’m Through With Time Out and Pulling Cards

So why did I get rid of rules? Because when I started using routines, procedures, and the practice of being nice, I didn’t have time for rules. We were too busy working, learning, and enjoying ourselves!

I’d love to hear what kind of routines you have throughout your day. I’d also love to hear about what books you read to promote a positive classroom community, like Kevin Henkes Chrysanthemum. Let us know in the comments below!

 

References:

Wong, H. (2009). The First Days of School: How To Be An        Effective Teacher. Harry K. Wong Publications.

Henkes, K. (1991). Chrysanthemum. Greenwillow Books.

 

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Even In Death, God is Faithful: Sandra’s Story

Can I be completely  honest? I fear death. I fear losing the ones I love the most to death’s grip. Even though I believe in heaven with all of my heart and I know I will see them again, thinking of the ones I love leaving me to go to heaven terrifies me. It’s something that I am striving to put into God’s hands. And He is faithfully working me through this fear. When I begin to dwell on the what if’s of this sometimes dark world, He breathes His scriptures into my heart. One of my favorites is Hosea 13:14.

“I will deliver this people from the power of the grave; I will redeem them from death. Where, O death, are your plagues? Where, O grave, is your destruction? ” Hosea 13:14

This verse teaches me two things. The first is that God, through Jesus, has delivered me from eternal death. The end of this life on earth is not the end of life for me because I have accepted Jesus as my Savior. The second thing this verse promises is that death here on earth will not destroy me. Yes, it will sadden me, weaken me,  and grieve me. But God’s power and grace will sustain me to not only keep living, but to live life to the fullest, the way He intends for us to live.

I have seen this in action.

Growing up in my close-knit church, Jeff and Sandra were my Sunday School teachers at one point, Training Union teachers at another point, and always were my encouragers, friends, and neighbors. This is the way of things at a church like Mt. Zion, and I was privileged to grow up this way. Everyone helps each other, uplifts each other, and stands in for one another when the needs arise.

One Wednesday night, we received a call at church, around 7 pm, that Jeff was sick and the paramedics were on their way. We prayed for him, wondering if he would have to go to the hospital. Imagine the shock, the numbness, and the disbelief when another call came to let us know that Jeff had gone on to heaven.

He was 49 years old.

My thoughts immediately went to his wife, Sandra, and their son, Jamie. What now? Why, God? How will this ever be redeemed?

But He leaves nothing unredeemed when it’s brought before Him.

Sandra’s words are so much better than mine. Her story is a story of God’s redemption and faithfulness, even in death. This is Sandra’s story, in her own words…

Jeff, my high school sweetheart and husband of 28 years,  died suddenly on March 17, 2010. 

I remember that day and how the events unfolded just like it was yesterday.  As I was leaving work around 5:00, I called home to see if my son Jamie wanted me to bring him home a sandwich for supper and when I did he asked if I had talked to his Dad that day.  When I told him I had not, Jamie replied that he thought his dad was sick so I asked to speak to him.  Jamie took the phone into the bedroom and gave it to Jeff.  Jeff’s speech was slurred and all he would tell me is that he didn’t feel good, he did not go to work that day, and that he was weak and dizzy.  I asked if he needed to go to the doctor and he said no.  I came straight home (about a 40 minute drive) and on the way I phoned Jeff’s brother, Jimmy, and asked if he would come over and help me convince Jeff to go to the doctor.  I also called my dad and my cousin to let them know that Jeff was sick and I would possibly be taking him to the after-hours clinic.  When I arrived home, Jamie was worried and Jeff was still in the bed, still refusing to go to the doctor or ER.  Jimmy came over with a blood pressure cuff and we took Jeff’s blood pressure which was very low.  Jimmy insisted that we call paramedics and they dispatched an ambulance.  Before help arrived, Jeff passed out and Jimmy and I were doing CPR when they arrived.   By this time my dad and cousins were there.  When the paramedics arrived, I was asked to leave the room and went outside with Jamie and a cousin.  We were praying when the ambulance arrived, but Jeff had already passed away and was not taken to the hospital.  He died at home from a ruptured stomach ulcer. 

Jeff with son Jamie

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Jeff and Jamie, together at Jamie’s high school graduation.

I have so much guilt from the circumstances surrounding his death. Why didn’t I call and check with him that day? Why couldn’t I convince him to go to the doctor? Why didn’t I realize he was very sick?  And I was angry . Why would God allow something so tragic to happen to me and my son? Why was Jeff so stubborn? Why did he die so young and leave me all alone? I can’t say all of my questions were magically answered, that this gut-wrenching experience was easy, or  that Jamie and I have not been forever changed by what happened that day . But what I can say is this.

God never left us.  He walked with us through those dark days and guided us when we didn’t know how we could go on. 

The day Jeff died was a Wednesday and someone called our church to ask for special prayer for Jeff and then again to let our pastor know that he died.  Our pastor and many from our church family came to our house and to my parent’s house to be with us and pray with us.  It was such a shock and so unexpected and affected all of our church family.  The days following were a blur – the trip to the funeral home to plan the service, the visitation time and the actual service, the outpouring of love and support from my friends at work, our church family, our relatives and mere acquaintances.  I cannot honestly tell you how I made it through those days.  My Mom and Dad were so supportive, from financial support to  physical support and emotional support,  I could not have made it without them.

From left to right: Jeff's sister-in-law, brother Jimmy, mother, Jeff, son Jamie, and Sandra

From left to right: Jeff’s sister-in-law, brother Jimmy, mother, Jeff, son Jamie, and Sandra

Sandra with her parents

Sandra with her parents

A couple of weeks following the funeral service, a very dear friend invited Jamie and me to go with her and her husband to visit their son in South Carolina and we went. This trip was a much needed get away for both of us.  We enjoyed their company and the time away.

As I settled back in to work (even though some days consisted of a lot of tears and not much productivity) a co-worker suggested I participate in a Grief Support Group.  Having never visited or participated in such a group before and knowing I was experiencing a dark season of grief, I accepted her advice and called to sign up.  While waiting for the sessions to begin, and again, in response to a suggestion from a friend at work, I contacted a counselor and began some one-on-one sessions.  Both of these decisions turned out to be very beneficial for me.  The private sessions allowed me to verbalize my thoughts and feelings with a non-judgmental, trained professional who was very objective in her response and assessment.  The group sessions allowed me to participate with a group of people who were in the same situation I was and who were feeling the same flood of emotions and confusion I was.  This was a very difficult process for me because all of the people in my grief group had their own very sad story of losing their spouse and many nights we just sat and cried together.  The therapist who led the group gently, but firmly, guided us through this season and helped us realize we would have better days ahead and that we could learn to cope with the pain.  I am still very close to this group of eight friends and we still stay in touch.  Even though I have a very supportive family and church family it was easier for me to open up with these strangers and share with them because we were on the same journey and sharing pain together.

The first year was the hardest…

In April, I took Jamie to Starkville, Mississippi to attend orientation and Parent’s Weekend at Mississippi State University (a state away from my home in Alabama). In June, Jeff’s mother had to go into a nursing home because her Parkinson’s Disease progressed to the point that she could not be cared for at home. In July, Jeff’s brother’s daughter, Bri, was born. In August, I moved Jamie to Mississippi for school. In August , for the very first time, I began living alone. In August, I began attending a Grief Support Group.

In November, we had our first Thanksgiving without Jeff.

In December, we had our first Christmas without Jeff.

In January, I took my first trip to Gatlinburg without Jeff.

In February, Jamie and his girlfriend, Kayla, got married.

Jamie and Kayla

Jamie and Kayla

In March, we remembered the one year anniversary of Jeff’s death.

This was a lot of new and scary things for me rolled into a 12 month period.  And, when I look at it now, it still scares me!  But God was with me every step of the way.  Through my tears and fears, I leaned on Him.  And many people helped me so much, some without even knowing it.  People who told me small memories of Jeff and how much he meant to them, some friends who wrote me notes and cards and included personal stories, people who hugged me randomly, but most of all, those who prayed for us and kept on praying.

Because, through all of this sadness and grief, God had a plan.

Right around the one year anniversary of Jeff’s death, I was invited to begin riding on a Commute Smart van to work and back. At first, I was not interested, but agreed to give it a trial run and decided to join up.  About 2 weeks after I started riding, another new rider started, and when he introduced himself, I immediately realized he was the widower of a co-worker of mine who had recently died. I introduced myself to Ken and told him that I worked at Alabama Power and was a friend of his wife and extended my sympathy  to him. Through my Sunday School teacher, who worked with Ken, I got word to him about the Grief Support Group that had been so helpful to me and offered to go with him for the first session.  Ken reached out to me that August and asked if I would accompany him, which I was happy to do.  The night of the first session, he picked me up from work and we had time to talk before the meeting started.  We both shared our story of losing our spouse and general background info and talked about our families and how our children were coping with their loss.  He was very easy to talk to and we soon found out we had a lot in common. We both had been married for around 28 years, both his wife and my husband died suddenly at 49 years old and our children were close in age. We developed a quick friendship and we soon became more than friends.  I was very proud of myself that I allowed myself to fall in love again. And, when Ken started coming to church with me, I found out that several dear “church ladies” had been praying for God to send me another husband. I wasn’t praying for a husband, but they had it covered! 

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Sandra and Ken

Ken and I got married March 3, 2012 and are very happy and blessed that God brought us together through some hard and unusual circumstances.

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What have I learned?  What can I share about this journey?  What do I want to remind Christians about reaching out to others who are grieving?  The number one truth I have learned is that we aren’t promised an easy life here on earth, we are promised that God will be with us all along the way and will carry us through the hard times if we will let Him. Secondly, our future is secure if we are Christians. God has a plan. My other thoughts/suggestions would be:

  • Rely on your friends to help support you when you are suffering
  • Don’t be afraid to take a chance to love again
  • Put action to your words when someone is sick or grieving
  • Don’t hesitate to talk about someone’s deceased loved one to them – we enjoy hearing your memories and stories
  • Don’t be ashamed to seek professional help or medication when needed, you can’t do this alone
  • It is sometimes easier to share your feelings with an uninvolved, trained counselor than with friends or family
  • Don’t quit going to church even if it seems hard to attend worship alone at first
  • Be thankful if you have a caring work group who will allow you to cry and talk when you need someone. There are some days when you do not want to “go there” and some days when your heart is full and you need to talk.
  • Pray, pray, pray
  • Ask others to pray for you

This is Sandra’s story of God’s faithfulness, even in death. In reading her words, I am reminded of the old hymn “Tell It To Jesus”.

Are you weary, are you heavy hearted? Are you grieving over joys departed? Tell it to Jesus, Tell it to Jesus. Do you fear the gathering clouds of sorrow? Are you anxious what will be tomorrow? Tell it to Jesus alone. Are you troubled at the thought of dying? For Christ’s kingdom, are you sighing? Tell it to Jesus alone. There’s no other such a Friend or Brother. Tell it to Jesus alone. 

I am so thankful for the faithfulness of my Friend Jesus. My church family and community have truly been blessed to see His faithfulness come to life in the story of our friends that we love.

Sandra and Ken with their children and granddaughter.

Sandra and Ken with their children and granddaughter.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Finding Calm in Life’s Storms: Anchor Ministries

In February, I asked God to send me an opportunity during my church’s monthly Women On Mission meeting. He has faithfully opened my eyes to every day opportunities since then, and has also sent some special opportunities my way!

This past weekend, I got to participate in a wonderful fundraising event for Anchor Ministries, the Cleveland, Alabama site for Christian Women’s Job Corps, an auxiliary of the Women’s Missionary Union (WMU). I felt like my prayer had come to fruition in a neat circle. I had prayed for God to send me an opportunity at a WMU meeting, and here I was at a wonderful event that is affiliated with WMU. Of course while the prayer had circled around, I don’t think the journey of opportunities is over. I think the circles will get bigger and bigger!

Sharing and singing with wonderful ladies.

Sharing and singing with wonderful ladies.

Anchor Ministries is a faith-based program that offers combined practical training, relationship building, spiritual growth, and emotional healing for women. They provide this in a classroom setting and in one-on-one mentoring. Anchor Ministries works with women who want a better life, self-confidence, self-respect, self-sufficiency, and hope for their future.

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While Anchor Ministries is based in Cleveland, Alabama, there are other Christian Women’s Job Corps sites. You can find a site near you at http://www.alawoman.com/cwjc.

There were several moments and testimonies that especially touched my heart at the event this weekend. We heard from Charlotte Stevens, the Site Coordinator for Anchor Ministries, who spoke about asking God where He wanted to use her in her walk with Him. She shared how the Lord led her to serve with Anchor Ministries, and her love for the women who go through the program is so evident. Charlotte has definitely embraced what it means to be the hands and feet of Jesus in a hurting world.

We heard from an instructor, a mentor, and a participant in the program, all of whose lives have been changed by a God whose plans are bigger than ours. The circumstances in our lives often surprise us, but they are never a surprise to Him.

We heard from Brenda Ladun, our wonderful keynote speaker. Brenda is a local news celebrity who has encouraged so many with her story of how God is bigger than the breast cancer that visited her not once, but twice. But her words were about so much more than her journey with cancer. She reminded us of God’s love for us, and how He shows us His love through His word, through His creation, and through other believers’ encouragement.

Brenda Ladun, an encourager.

Brenda Ladun, a local news anchor. A survivor, writer, and encourager.

After hearing from all of these women, I began to see a common thread in the testimonies.

So often as Christians, we get caught up in “busy work”. As a teacher, I think of busy work as being a worksheet or an activity that doesn’t produce anything new. No new learning, no lasting significance, just something to keep students hands busy, but not necessarily their minds.

I have definitely been involved in my share of “busy work” as a Christian. I’ve gotten my hands into activities and projects that look good on the outside, but they don’t necessarily produce lasting effects for the kingdom of God. I’ve even had periods of time in my walk with Christ when I’ve completed tasks just so I could check them off of my busy list. I’ve had no new learning, no impact on my own heart or the hearts of others.

A wonderful instructor for Anchor Ministries said some words that really pierced my soul.  She spoke about how we so often become busy serving in our churches that we don’t leave room to go out and serve outside of the church. We forget that God called us to take His love to a lost world, to those who are hurting and searching for hope in the middle of life’s storm.

And that’s what Anchor Ministries is all about. Helping women to find calm in life’s storms.

When I think of the women who are served through organizations like Anchor Ministries, I’m reminded that although we all have different events in our stories, filled with different chapters and paragraphs, with commas where others have periods and exclamation points where others have question marks, our underlying themes are the same if we are children of God.

My testimony is a story of grace and glory. I was raised by parents who brought me to church every time the doors were opened. They brought me up and told me of a God who loved me and cherished me. I had a sheltered childhood. My parents protected me from concepts that were too mature for me and people that were bad for me. When I was a young girl, I gave my heart to Jesus. I fully believe that He came into my heart when I asked Him to as a young girl and that He has stayed there, teaching me and guiding me ever since. That’s pretty glorious.

But guess what? I’m a sinner. I’ve made some choices that I definitely regret. My heart can be pretty selfish and black at times, and I desperately need His redemption daily. There are women—and men—who have had a much different childhood than mine. There are people who have made choices that they wish they could change. There are people who find themselves in circumstances that may not even be of their own making. They may be caught in the middle of life’s storms, looking for an anchor.

Is that you, friend? Because if it is, your story can be one of grace and glory, too.  God can gloriously pull you up from wherever you are. He can change your circumstances if it’s His will. Or He will change you. If you think that your past is too clouded with mistakes, He will cover it with his grace and redemption. That’s pretty glorious. Take it from me, a girl who has received His grace over and over again.

What I was reminded of this weekend was that no matter where we are in this life, whether we are a director of a wonderful program like Anchor Ministries, or a news anchor with an encouraging word to tell; whether we are a gifted instructor, a life-changing mentor, or a brave soul ready to make a change for the better, if we are in Christ, we can say that our story is Grace. We can sing the song of Redemption. We have a common bond that makes us the same, and it’s Jesus!

A roomful of women who have the story of Grace and the song of Redemption.

A roomful of women who have the story of Grace and the song of Redemption.

“Grace is My Story, Redemption’s My Song” Words and Music by: Paige Givens, copyright 2014

 

 

Anchor Ministries

Cleveland First Baptist Church

P.O. Box 146 (Highway 79)

Cleveland, AL 35049

Phone: 205-274-0681 or 205-274-8499

Email: AnchorMinistries12@gmail.com

 

For other Christian Women Job Corps Sites: http://www.alawoman.com/cwjc

 

For information about Women’s Missionary Union: http://www.wmu.com/

 

*Thank you to Lisa Kimberly Hunt for the photos.

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God Speaks To Me…And You, Too!

Now Moses was tending the flock of Jethro his father-in-law, the priest of Midian, and he led the flock to the far side of the wilderness and came to Horeb, the mountain of God. There the angel of the Lord appeared to him in flames of fire from within a bush. Moses saw that though the bush was on fire it did not burn up. So Moses thought, “I will go over and see this strange sight—why the bush does not burn up.”

When the Lord saw that he had gone over to look, God called to him from within the bush, “Moses! Moses!”

And Moses said, “Here I am.”

“Do not come any closer,” God said. “Take off your sandals, for the place where you are standing is holy ground.”  Then he said, “I am the God of your father, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac and the God of Jacob.”At this, Moses hid his face, because he was afraid to look at God.

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My pastor talked with us last Sunday about God’s voice in our lives. He pointed out Moses’s story in the scriptures. Can you imagine? A bush that’s on fire, but doesn’t burn up? And then, the voice of God speaking to you from the bush?

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Honestly…I would have been halfway down the road, running as fast as I could before I even thought about why a voice would be speaking to me from a bush. And then I would’ve questioned my sanity for thinking that a bush was speaking to me. Just being honest here.

But not Moses. Before he could run, before he could doubt the reality of the Voice speaking from the bush, before he could offer up excuses (which he did later), he blurted out “Here I am!”

Could it be that his soul responded to it’s Creator before his body responded? Before his “reasoning” told him this couldn’t be happening?

“Here I am!”

Do bushes still burn today? Does the Voice still speak?

Yes. A hundred times yes!

It is my firm belief that God still speaks to His children today. He loves us. He wants to communicate with us. He has a word for me, for you! He is speaking.

But are we listening?

Are we still and quiet, so we can hear what He is saying? Because, while I don’t doubt at all that He could speak audibly through a burning bush or through any vehicle that He chooses, like He did with Moses, the Voice that I’ve experienced in my life has spoken to my soul. It hasn’t been a spoken, audible word, though it may have been for others. It’s been a whisper from my Savior to my heart. And, like my wonderful pastor said on Sunday, it’s been so crystal-clear, so powerful, that it’s the unmistakable voice of my God.

I have to wonder if I’ve missed His voice at times because I wasn’t still enough. I wasn’t listening as intently as I should. During my prayer time, I tend to want to do a lot of the talking with God. Sometimes I have to remind myself to be still enough to listen for Him. And then He speaks, and my soul knows that I am on holy ground. His words are not something to take lightly.

I also think that God speaks to His children through daily experiences as well. A few experiences in my life stand out as times that I clearly heard Him speaking to me…

When I was five years old, I listened to my parents and my Sunday School teachers talk about a man named Jesus who died on the cross for my sinful heart. They told me that if I invited Him to live in my heart, He would clean out the sin and that I’d be His girl from then on. One night before going to bed, I heard Him.

Ask Me to come in your heart.

And my soul said “Here I am!”

When I was a young teenager, I was so shy. I always loved to sing, but when it was time for me to sing at church or any event where people would be looking at me, I would get so nervous that I didn’t even want to do it. I started thinking that I couldn’t sing the way God called me to do. One day I was outside alone, swinging and singing in my “radio voice”, the one I used when no one was listening. I liked to listen to my favorite singers over and over and then imitate their voice inflections and styles when I was singing by myself. So here I was, singing away, when a little redbird came and landed on the swing beside me. I figured it would fly off, but it just sat there and watched me, and then whistled for a second and flew away.

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God spoke to me that day, more clearly and surely than any other voice in my life.

I made the birds sing. I made you to sing.

And my heart said, “Here I am!”

As an adult, I hear Him often, even in little parts of my day.

Open the door for the lady.

Sit down and hold your little boys. Talk to them. Listen to them.

Pray for My children. 

Tell the world Who I am.

Write these words. Sing these words.

I have found that nothing fulfills my life more greatly than when I say to the Lord “Here I am!”

I had the privilege this summer of hearing a wonderful writer and composer, Aaron Robinson, who wrote the book Does God Sing? In his book, he tells us that yes, indeed, God does sing. He sings through the sound of a newborn baby’s cries, through the song of a bird, through the sound of the wind whispering in the trees. He sings through the loving act of a friend. He sings to us because He loves us.

And sometimes He uses us to sing for Him. He uses us to speak for Him.

Are we listening? Are our hearts prepared to say “Here I am!”

I wanted to share the Frances J. Crosby hymn “Draw Me Nearer”(1875) today. The first two lines of the song really pierce my heart…

I am Thine, O Lord, I have heard Thy voice,
And it told Thy love to me

I am Yours, Lord. I have heard Your voice…telling Your love to me.

The closer we are to the Lord, the easier it will be to hear His voice.

Are we listening?

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