Wedding

May 22, 2010, Daniel and I were joined together in holy matrimony by his father in the presence of God and 150 of our friends and family.

The Joys of Teaching

I love the kids I teach. "Miss Greta, when you get married, do we have to call you Mrs. Greta?"

God is Good

I am getting married! At what point does it ever sink in? When do I feel old enough to have my own house and a husband? For 21 years I've lived with my parents, and for almost as long as I can remember, I've been in school. In 4 and a half months, all that will change. Thank goodness God never changes! And thank goodness He convinced me to attend college and to marry Daniel! God is good.

How Would You Respond if...

a gay guy told you, "Your boyfriend is CU-UTE!"?

Sweetness of Babies

Today I had two very sweet and special moments with each of my nephews. First I held my youngest nephew, who is less then two months old, while he slept. He was happiest while held close with both arms wrapped around him. He nuzzled, smiled, and fussed a wee bit in his sleep. When he opened his eyes on occasion, he'd smile up at me as I crooned, then rub his face in my shoulder before going to sleep. I had a hard time surrendering him when he was hungry and ready to eat!

My oldest nephew, who is almost 2, has found a favorite hobby in sitting in my lap while I paint. He gently lifts the tubes of watercolors out of their box, naming the colors that he knows, and hold the tube up to me when he doesn't know the color. Today he learned white and pink! Other times he scribbles on a scrap of paper next to my painting. As a special treat, I load my brush up with paint and let him scrub it around on his drawing. Even when he is tired of art, he will still sit in my lap quietly and open and close whatever bottle I give him.

Resume- A Rant

(excuse the poor poem: it's more feeling then rhythm)

First thing I learned in college:
A Resume is a Must!
No longer was it asked
if you enjoyed something (what a novel concept!)
rather it was,
"Will it look good on the Resume?"

Three years of Student Government
"A good line on the Resume!
Tell me, what did you accomplish?"
I hear a small voice, telling me
my work is done, step aside
"Oh no! The Resume! It will be neglected!"

A welding class
"Ach, can't fit on the Resume,
but telling employers is a must!"
No words spoken
of the tears, the frustration.

A change in jobs taken
because of God-given passions
and the Lord's satisfaction.
All swept aside
"What a good line on the Resume!"

No. I have no need
of a padded Resume.
For marriage I was created
as a helpmate and mother
God is my Resume, and I need no other.

Audience

A couple months ago, I had the privilege of sitting next to KSU's President Emeritus, Betty Siegal at a brunch. Once she found out I was a Kennesaw student, she asked me one of her famous questions: "Who is your favorite professor at KSU?"

When she had been President of the University, she would eat breakfast at the Waffle House near campus. Her table was always open to students coming to talk to her. And her first question was always, "Who is your favorite professor?". She would then write that professor's name down on a Waffle House napkin, and send it to the professor with a note saying that an anonymous student in one of their classes named the professor as their favorite. They could then bring the napkin back to Waffle House to get a free breakfast with the president. But she found that no one ever redeemed the napkin, choosing instead to keep it as a reminder that they had made a difference to one of their students.

Since we were not at Waffle House, Ms. Seigal did not write down my professor's name, nor will that professor ever get a note saying that an anonymous student had named them as their favorite professor. I have often wondered since then, should I tell that professor? To tell the person without the cover of anonimity would look suspiciously like fishing for a grade. Should I just send a note? Should I take Ms. Seigal's example and include a Waffle House napkin? Or should I continue as I have, leaving the professor in blissful ignorance; for once people are aware that they are observed, they act differently. What would you do?

Did you ever recieve a compliment that made it hard for you act the same way around that person again? Maybe they commented on your maturity though to most others you were not. Or lost a friendship over a snide comment not meant for your ears? Are you aware of your audience?