Have you ever had someone accuse you of being a person of great faith? Well my daughter and I were talking and she concluded that it was easy for me to have faith and believe God because he has done so many amazing and miraculous things in my life.
Well that got me thinking about doubt, faith and reason. I honestly shared with her that despite all that God has done in my life, and those around me, that I still question, just like she does, if this is all a big story. Not every day or every minute but when faced with the fork in the road I question. Yet I always come back to reason. Even if this is all a grand myth, my life is better for it. Never have I walked away from prayer, reading the word, or fellowship with believers ready to do something more selfish or stupid than when I started.
She also got me thinking about faith. She concluded that because God had done great things it would be easy for me to trust him for the next trial. I had the great revaluation that to walk in faith in a new situation never gets any easier regardly of how many times you have put your trust in God. I can know that God will come through but the need for faith in and of itself says you are in a terrifying, unknown, unpredictable, situation that is completely out of your control. The building blocks of past victories through faith help us to stay the course resting assured that His ways are higher than ours but they in no way decrees the challenge of walking in blind obedience.
Yet I bring it full circle for it is in those places where blind obedience is needed that I trust full well that God's plans are wise and will keep me and those around me from harm. For doubting and walking away from His plan is only birthed in a desire to satisfy my immediate selfish wants that even in the eye's of the world will eventually show my foolishness.
So I stay the course for doubt, for faith, for reason and in the midst of it all I find myself in God's presence glad that I trusted his plan for my life. Praise God, for faith is but needed for every NEW situation. Once that new path is cut I can walk that one again. For my garden use to be a wild uncut field. Yet each new journey of Faith I walk cuts a new trail and brings more of his light to every new path he sets my feet to walk.
I thank my sweet Kay for asking me the hard questions and bringing me this great new revaluation on the cycle of doubt, faith and reason.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
4th Grade Spelling Homework
You may play games on "Spelling City" only if you have time after all homework is done.
Monday
1)Spelling city - Teach Me Word-by-Word
Trace the word once before moving to the next.
2)Read/dissect words/find tricky sounds/record #syllables/Make it fun
Tuesday
1)Read/Hold up fingers for syllables/recall tricky letters/close eyes and spell
2)Trace/copy/recall
3/Written test using spelling city/Check work
4)show mom
*If you have missed less than 6 you may stop.
*5) Read missed words/Hold up fingers for syllables/recall tricky letters/close eyes and spell
*Keep doing till you spell all word correctly to yourself.
Wednesday
Study only words missed yesterday
1)Read/Hold up fingers for syllables/recall tricky letters/close eyes and spell
2)Trace/copy/recall
3/Written test using spelling city/Check work
4)show mom
*If you have missed less than 3 you may stop.
*5) Read missed words/Hold up fingers for syllables/recall tricky letters/close eyes and spell
*Keep doing till you spell all word correctly to yourself.
Thursday
1)Read/Hold up fingers for syllables/recall tricky letters/close eyes and spell
2)Trace/copy/recall
3/Written test using spelling city/Check work
4)show mom
*If you have missed any word continue.
*5) Read missed words/Hold up fingers for syllables/recall tricky letters/close eyes and spell
*Keep doing till you spell all word correctly to yourself.
6)Test by Mom or Dad
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Childcare cover letter
August 15, 2011
Beverly J Perkins
Center Director
Kinder Care
8110 Lone Shadow Drive
Converse, TX 78109
Dear Ms. Perkins,
Thank you for taking the time to speak with me on Friday August 13, 2011 regarding the lead teacher position you currently have available. I have worked with children from a very young age and have continued to throughout my life. I started out baby sitting and had day camps at my house at the age of 11. I had my 1st experience in a daycare setting in High School. I started out as an afternoon teacher to a young 3’s class. Then that summer I worked as a teacher for a 2 yr old class.
It was working with these kids that set me on my path in college. I desired to combat child abuse and neglect. I majored in public relations but minored in crimes against women and children. I took Child Abuse Prevention, Crimes against Women and in a Lobbing class emphasised in the area of more legislation to protect exploited children.
My heart was to help parents and caregivers understand the social and emotional development of children to better be able to parent them. This education may not appear to be early childhood development but it covered many of the same basic developmental elements.
I continued on my journey to help children by running a group home for behaviorally disordered teens. The children you could say were stuck in the mind of a 2-3 year old. I believe that many of the skills and training received by this organization are invaluable to working with young children.
As much as my heart longed to continue to work with small children it was imperative that I begin to work in a field that had real earning potential. It was for this reason that I went into an administrative position in the health care field. I stayed in this field for 14 years. Some of the transferable skills to a childcare center would be my ability to assist you in the office. I managed multiple projects and varying time lines. I managed budgets and maybe the most valuable would be the interpersonal skills I learned. On a daily basis I was faced with Doctors, nurses and department heads that were less than excited about following the rules and complying with deadlines. I was able to sympathize with them and bring them around to what needed to be done. All the while doing it in a way they felt respected and appreciated. This season of my life allowed me to earn a maximum salary while working part time from home. This was most crucial as my heart was to put motherhood 1st. I had 5 children in 7 years.
I continued to work directly with others children during this season at our local church. I have been the lead teacher in the 2-3's room for many years, overseeing upwards of 20 kids. I was the one that could hold them captivated during interactive story telling.
I have not been working for the past two years due to some restructuring in my position at the hospital and my desire to pore into my kids lives. Now that my twins are almost four I would like to return to the work force. I see this as a win, win for this season in my life. My children are at the age where socialization at your facility with other children and receiving direction from another loving adult would stimulate their growth. While my working close by and continuing to develop my skills in caring for children would be personally gratifying.
I appreciate the time you take to review my application and look forward to future discussions concerning this position. I can be reached at 210-637-1245. Once again, I thank you for your consideration.
Sincerely,
Christy Klepetko
Beverly J Perkins
Center Director
Kinder Care
8110 Lone Shadow Drive
Converse, TX 78109
Dear Ms. Perkins,
Thank you for taking the time to speak with me on Friday August 13, 2011 regarding the lead teacher position you currently have available. I have worked with children from a very young age and have continued to throughout my life. I started out baby sitting and had day camps at my house at the age of 11. I had my 1st experience in a daycare setting in High School. I started out as an afternoon teacher to a young 3’s class. Then that summer I worked as a teacher for a 2 yr old class.
It was working with these kids that set me on my path in college. I desired to combat child abuse and neglect. I majored in public relations but minored in crimes against women and children. I took Child Abuse Prevention, Crimes against Women and in a Lobbing class emphasised in the area of more legislation to protect exploited children.
My heart was to help parents and caregivers understand the social and emotional development of children to better be able to parent them. This education may not appear to be early childhood development but it covered many of the same basic developmental elements.
I continued on my journey to help children by running a group home for behaviorally disordered teens. The children you could say were stuck in the mind of a 2-3 year old. I believe that many of the skills and training received by this organization are invaluable to working with young children.
As much as my heart longed to continue to work with small children it was imperative that I begin to work in a field that had real earning potential. It was for this reason that I went into an administrative position in the health care field. I stayed in this field for 14 years. Some of the transferable skills to a childcare center would be my ability to assist you in the office. I managed multiple projects and varying time lines. I managed budgets and maybe the most valuable would be the interpersonal skills I learned. On a daily basis I was faced with Doctors, nurses and department heads that were less than excited about following the rules and complying with deadlines. I was able to sympathize with them and bring them around to what needed to be done. All the while doing it in a way they felt respected and appreciated. This season of my life allowed me to earn a maximum salary while working part time from home. This was most crucial as my heart was to put motherhood 1st. I had 5 children in 7 years.
I continued to work directly with others children during this season at our local church. I have been the lead teacher in the 2-3's room for many years, overseeing upwards of 20 kids. I was the one that could hold them captivated during interactive story telling.
I have not been working for the past two years due to some restructuring in my position at the hospital and my desire to pore into my kids lives. Now that my twins are almost four I would like to return to the work force. I see this as a win, win for this season in my life. My children are at the age where socialization at your facility with other children and receiving direction from another loving adult would stimulate their growth. While my working close by and continuing to develop my skills in caring for children would be personally gratifying.
I appreciate the time you take to review my application and look forward to future discussions concerning this position. I can be reached at 210-637-1245. Once again, I thank you for your consideration.
Sincerely,
Christy Klepetko
Friday, May 20, 2011
Ice Cream Cup Cakes
My girls are going to a cheer leading sleep over. I made chocolate ice cream cupcakes. I like that they shouldn't be as messy to eat. Yet my cupcakes overflowed. The twins sure enjoyed them.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Invisible Mother
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?'
Obviously not; no one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I'm invisible. The invisible Mom. Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more! Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this??
Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.'
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude -but now, they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going, she's going, she's gone!?
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England . Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.' It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe . I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: 'To Charlotte , with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof, No one will ever see it. And the workman replied, 'Because God sees.'
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does.
No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become. At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.
I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for 3 hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, 'You're going to love it there.'
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
Great Job, MOM!
Obviously not; no one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I'm invisible. The invisible Mom. Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more! Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this??
Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.'
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude -but now, they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going, she's going, she's gone!?
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England . Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.' It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe . I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: 'To Charlotte , with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof, No one will ever see it. And the workman replied, 'Because God sees.'
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does.
No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become. At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.
I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for 3 hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, 'You're going to love it there.'
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
Great Job, MOM!
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Posole Soup
Posole
3-4 lbs of pork roast( or tender meat)( Beef sirloin center cut is very yummy) cut very small
garlic salt
season salt
...2, 15oz white & yellow hominy
1 onion
2 stalks celery, chopped
4 carrots or 1 can carrots (del monte select)
1, 13oz chicken broth
1, 4 oz can chopped green chilis
dash oregano, cumin
1 lb mild mexican velveeta or velveeta w/one can diced rotel tom
1 c milk
*Spray soup pan with pam or a little oil. cut meat small and place in and cook. Drain one can hominy and add and then add other can hominy with broth from can. add everything else but milk. boil then simmer. I have melted the velveeta in the microwave with the rotel, like queso, and then add it to soup. add milk then simmer after cutting back heat.
Make some homemade bread on side:)
3-4 lbs of pork roast( or tender meat)( Beef sirloin center cut is very yummy) cut very small
garlic salt
season salt
...2, 15oz white & yellow hominy
1 onion
2 stalks celery, chopped
4 carrots or 1 can carrots (del monte select)
1, 13oz chicken broth
1, 4 oz can chopped green chilis
dash oregano, cumin
1 lb mild mexican velveeta or velveeta w/one can diced rotel tom
1 c milk
*Spray soup pan with pam or a little oil. cut meat small and place in and cook. Drain one can hominy and add and then add other can hominy with broth from can. add everything else but milk. boil then simmer. I have melted the velveeta in the microwave with the rotel, like queso, and then add it to soup. add milk then simmer after cutting back heat.
Make some homemade bread on side:)
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Day to Day/Ordinary
Just finished putting everyone to bed. Well mostly. 3 yr old, Grant is up asking for water even though he has some in his hand. Now he is saying his sticker is gone and he wants more water in his cup. 3 yr old, Sherman was hilarious. When I came into their room he announced that Reye was swimming. Now Sherman is out wanting to know if he can eat a pickle. Up from my chair they are all running for their beds.
Nothing remarkable happened today. What a blessing. For our life is far from ordinary. I'll take boring any day. Kids were good, no one painted the walls, well except for the chair with the white crayon, forgot about that. Now one got in trouble at school, oh ya. I did have to run Petra a new outfit at 7:15 this morning. She spilled milk. No one broke any bones or went potty in the living room.
We just ate breakfast, spilled our milk, went to the gym, had a pickle and soup, wouldn't take a nap, fought with our brother and so on.
Nothing remarkable happened today. What a blessing. For our life is far from ordinary. I'll take boring any day. Kids were good, no one painted the walls, well except for the chair with the white crayon, forgot about that. Now one got in trouble at school, oh ya. I did have to run Petra a new outfit at 7:15 this morning. She spilled milk. No one broke any bones or went potty in the living room.
We just ate breakfast, spilled our milk, went to the gym, had a pickle and soup, wouldn't take a nap, fought with our brother and so on.
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