~4 a.m~

The quiet of the very early morning hours are some of my favorite times of the day.  It's been my practice to get up at 4 in the morning now for a very long time, a throwback actually to my days of growing up on the farm. When Mike and I first got married, I tried my best to push back my getting up time to a more respectable 5:30.  That lasted about a week.  

This morning it is still in the house, save for Gus chewing on his red toy and the soft whisper of the water heating up for my first cup of coffee of the day.  Soon enough, this place will awaken and once again we will be busy.  But for now, I'm afforded the time to think about the day ahead.

I like it this way.

The kids will be heading back to school in these parts on Friday.  I have missed them in the two weeks that we have been apart from one another.  We get used to being together, through good days and bad days, you know?  Those 10 second graders and I have become a family.  We have learned over the course of the past nearly 5 months to stick together and to help one another.  There are so many more experiences I wish for them to have and a whole lot of learning yet to do.  The next 4 1/2 months shall pass quickly by us and I want to make as many memories with them as I can.  Those dear remembrances will be ones to keep forever and priceless treasures as time goes by.

Without meaning to really, I have begun to "wish away" life.  With the prospects of selling our house here in Burkburnett and finding a new teaching position elsewhere, I have grown weary of the wait time.  Mike and I have both worked hard to get everything ready, and we are praying for an answer to the questions about where life will lead us in the very near future.  Sometimes, no I have to be honest and say many times, I've just wanted the process to finally be complete.  It's as if I want to wake up in the morning and be loading up the moving truck to head for home.  Since it doesn't work that way, my pledge is to enjoy the weeks ahead before we leave as I make even more memories to store up in my heart.  This part of the world has been so good to us and the folks we have met along the way have made our lives so much better just by knowing them.  The area they call Texoma has proven to be a wonderful place to have lived during these past 4 years.  I'm so happy and thankful that we made our way here and even though we more than likely won't return again, at least our paths crossed once in time.

Life has always been an adventure for me, a part of a unique plan set out by the one who has this all figured out in the first place.   During those moments when my character defect of impatience rises to the surface, I need to remember to trust that God will always be leading the way.  The way I figure it is this.  If the Lord knows the very number of hairs upon my head, then He knows also what community I am most needed at as a teacher.  

The door is ready to be opened once again.
I can just feel it.








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