Katie's strange but fun thoughts

Time goes by...

2009-03-09T08:43:00.000-07:00

I was asked last night by a friend, to read her most recent blog posting. A posting in which, although I am not named, was also a part of so if you want to read it go ahead (jeneveradullmoment.blogspot.com). But that is not the topic of this post, even though it was the reminder that I needed to update my own.
I write today, for the first time in a long time, because I feel like I went back in time this weekend. Obviously you can't go back in time and realistically even if I could truly go back in time I'm not sure that I would want to. I am sure there are many actions, reactions, decisions, activities and words we would change if we could go back in time, but we can not. The Lord somehow uses our foolishness to complete His will, and many times uses the trials and mistakes we have made to help others we may meet.
I feel like I went back in time this weekend because I went back to the place I grew up. As many of you know, leaving there was the hardest trial I have ever been through, (read post "Chapter 23... from May 2006) and while I still hurt at the memories I was reminded of the goodness of God. I walked the halls I had walked hundreds of times, I drove on the streets I learned to drive on (and got my first tickets on!) and I talked to the people who shaped me to be the person I am today. While my heart hurts from the memories of goodbye, I had a new determination to make every day a day to remember. So often I live selfishly and seeking my own desires when all around me are friends, family and students that may not be around me tomorrow.
So while time marches on, relationships come and go, people touch our lives, and we grow older may I make today a day to remember.

Somethings never change...

2007-08-06T13:53:00.000-07:00

Ok, so I was sitting at Panera, using their free wireless, when these two brother came and sat down with their food. One was about 17 and the other was about 10. They were quietly eating for several minutes, when the younger one started using his bread as a gun and his soup as the thing he was shooting at. Before long the two had a whole war set up - sound effects, walls, forts, people and tanks. I couldn't help but laugh. Boys will be boys.

Friendship...

2007-07-26T15:26:00.000-07:00

Have you ever wondered what make a true friend? We all have different criteria for friendship and it varies by age, circumstances, and life choices.
For example a two-year-old's friend is anyone that will take the time to talk to them (or give them a lolly-pop;-)
A nine-year-old is friends with other nine-year-olds because they play together, but they are getting a little picker because a nine-year-old would NEVER be friends with a nine-year-old girl because girls have “cooties” and you can still catch “cooties” from any girl that isn’t your mother, grandmother or aunt.
A fifteen-year-old is more ok with being friends with someone of the opposite gender, but they still prefer friends of their own gender because they think their friends will tell them how to act, dress, feel and even think!
At 19 you’re friends with all those crazy people that are in classes with you because you know exactly who you are going to sit with. If you have a brain (I just mean that if you want to do well, not that you are necessarily super smart) then you choose to sit with people that will listen, help you study and keep you on tract. If you’re stupid, like meJ, you’ll sit with your friends that help you get kicked out of Old Testament Survey. And somehow, these people that keep you from listening, help you get demerits, and do all they can slide under the radar or the deans office, become your friends.
By the time you’re 25 you are much wiser and your lifetime of experience helps you choose friends that are much better for you – friends you work with.
In your 40’s you don’t have time to have friends, you are just focused on your marriage, kids and home, but someone those things are your friends. They are your life and all you need.
Around 60ish your best friends become your adorable grandchildren who fill your life with cute sayings, pictures and finger print smudges all over your house (this time you don’t care because your grandchildren can do no wrong).
And 75+ your friends are the people that take care of you.

Of course, all of these instances are up for change due to what’s happening in your life. If a two-year-old is given a sour lolly-pop they aren’t interested in friendship with people that have lolly-pops. If a nine-year-old boy meets a tom girl, he could careless that she’s a girl, as long as she is willing to go catch worms and frogs with him. A fifteen-year-old may not take the advice of her friends if she doesn’t like what’s happening in her friends life. The college student may not sit with his friends in class, because his friends are in different classes, so they just meet up afterwards. At 25 – your co-workers may not be your friends because you don’t really interact, so it’s just a “hi” in the hallway and you’ve been burned by a relationship or two so you’re not willing to trust anyone. Parents may not have a friendship with their child because their child never talks to them. Some 60 year-olds may not live near grandchildren, so they choose to be friends with their neighbors. And at 75 if you’re still aware of what’s going you just enjoy anyone that talks with you because you don’t get around very much.
The point of all this? Good question!! No, not really. The point is friendship is what we make it. Do we have to be friends with everyone that gives us a lolly-pop? No, but we could be. Do we have to be friends with the people at work even when our heart hurt so much it’s about ready to break? No, but they might be hurting too. Do we have be kind to the pesky neighbor that always walks on your grass? No, but maybe if we were we could ask them not to walk on our grass so much.

A personal note – I’m a friend that LOVES to talk (I know you can tell that by the length of this blog) but the truth…that’s what friendship is to me. Yes, I’ve been given the sour candy, forced to play with a stinky gross boy, tried to live up to what my friends told me to do, sat with great friends in college and gotten kicked out of class, and made a best friend at work. As for the rest of them, they are yet to come, but I can’t wait!!
Speech – it can be our biggest help or our biggest hindrance. What will our speech do to our friendships – will it make them or break them? So do it – talk to someone today, make a friend!

Summer...

2007-07-24T12:37:00.000-07:00

Wow, it's the last full week in July! Is that even possible? I guess so, time just marches on. August will be here before I even have time to blink.
I think I'm ready for a new school year. I'm looking forward to meeting those 21-27 students that will fill my classroom every morning for 180 days (give or a take a few here and there;-). I'm excited to learn all about them, find out what makes them tick, learn how to help them, laugh with them when they laugh, scold them when they're wrong, and love them - no matter what.
I miss my students from last year more than they will ever know, they will always have a special place in my heart because they were my "first". But my second is going to be great too!! My summer has been great! I've relaxed, worked, cleaned, moved, read, spent time with family and friends, swam, just had fun. But I'm ready to get back, ready to get up at 5:30 every morning, spend 12 hours in one room, wipe nose, pull teeth, correct papers, give out stickers, put up bulletin boards, bandage knees, encourage, reprimand, give handshakes, high fives, and hugs.
We teachers get a lot of slack for having the summer off, and we need it because of the things we have to do when we are working. But this teacher is more than ready for her summer to be done!

Pictures...

2007-07-21T13:18:00.000-07:00

Here are a few pictures from Tiffany's wedding.

Tiffany...

2007-07-15T14:17:00.000-07:00

This is really more of a personal note for my friend T (Tiffany), but I'll let the rest of you read it if you want;-)

You know those times when we need something, but we don't even know we need it. Well that's how it was for mine and T's relationship. We "met" on Aug 18, 2007. We met at new staff orientation. (For those of you reading in - the parenthasis are there because we were childhood friends just neither of us remember playing together countless times;-) We were both first year teachers and not sure what was going on. I remember sitting across the table from her in room 601 thinking "Is she a first year teacher? What grade is she going to be teaching? What's she like?" You know, all the "usual" questions we ask when meeting someone for the first time.

Well, over the next nine months we became great friends. In seprable actually. There were many times when someone would see me by myself and would say "Where's your pal Tiffany?" Our classes did things together. We went shopping together - in fact one time when we were shopping I picked out a dress to try on and she picked out a dress and went to the fitting room. After trying them on and showing them to each other neither of us were impressed by our selections, so I said, "Let's trade dresses." We did, and both loved the one the other had picked out more than the one we had picked out. We finished each other's sentences. Corrected each other when we were wrong. Listened to each other when one of us just needed to talk. Cried together when we went through struggles. Laughed at the hilarious things our students said. Made jewelry together. Went out to dinner together every Wednesday night between school and church. Worked in the nursery together. Encouraged each other and challenged each other.

We had the same taste in cloths, food, music, movies and coffee!!

Tiff, I miss you more than you know, BUT I couldn't be happier for you!! I couldn't even begin to thank you enough for the great year we had together. Ben is the luckiest guy on earth to have caught you! I wish you two the best as you start your lives together.

I had a great year! I love you and will miss you!

Katie

Free at last...

2007-05-21T09:23:00.000-07:00

Ok, so I really do miss my baby brother already and he's only been married for a week!! It was the most beautiful wedding I have ever seen. And no, not just because it was my brothers. When I heard they were having an outdoor wedding I was a little sceptical, but we couldn't have asked for a better day. The vows were beautiful and from the heart. Dad pulled out a letter "from the dark ages" as Davis said, that brought everyone to tears. But most importantly God was gloried in the uniting of two families. I couldn't pick a better sister-in-law. MiKayla, welcome to the J's.

One more...

2007-05-02T21:17:00.000-07:00

As I sit my classroom at 11:17 PM thinking about how I should have gone home hours ago, I can't help but write this one short note. Tonight, I put up my last bulletin board for this '06-07 school year. This has been my first year as a classroom teacher and what thrill it has been. For the most part I have loved every minute of it, although, it has not been without it's challenges and struggles, as with all things in life. All in all, though I look back on this as a great year. I have loved each one of my students and they have each touched my life in a different way. There will be many more students to come and even more lessons to learn as I do my best each day to teach them all I can, but this has been a special class. They will always be in my heart as my very first class. My love to each of you: Anthony, Liana, Leeza, Tyler, Julia, Atreyee, Christopher, Jason, Ishita, Keitaro, Tessa, Benjamin, Kenney, Emelie, Chibuzor, Mihir, Shruthi, Shashank, Timothy, Melissa, Dessi, Jenna, Hritik, and David. While we only have 18 more days together in this class you will always be in my heart. I pray that I have touched your lives for the sake of Jesus Christ throughout this year. May each of you learn to love him more and more as you continue in your lives. God bless each one of you!!!
Love, Miss Jaspers

Pick me, Pick Me...

2006-12-12T05:59:00.000-08:00

I haven't blogged in a very long time, so I don't even know if anyone will read this, but it was too cute to not say something about it.

I love my students and love teaching them, but I won't lie - it does have it's moments. There are times when I wonder if I'm getting through to them at all or if they even notice anything that I do. I no longer wonder.

This morning, as the students had free time before school started I watched them interact with one another and "play". A number of my students had decided to "play" teacher. They were up by the bulletin board I use for teaching calender and other things "teaching" each other. They were saying things I say and even motioning the way I motion to things.

It was also a good reminder to me...I have 24 pair of eyes watching me every day. What am I showing them? Pick me, mick me...because I want to show them Christ's love this Christmas.

Liana...

2006-10-31T07:18:00.000-08:00

I know I haven't posted in a really long time, but it's because I love teaching and that takes most of my time. However, I had to write about this particular student. Her name is Liana. I love each of my student and all for different reasons. I have a picture of my whole class, but I don't have it on the computer yet. So this will have to do. I went to Liana's house a few days ago and had a wonderful time. Her family goes to our church and I had a wonderful time of fellowship with them. When I go on home visit's I am usually trying to interject the gospel with everything that we talk about, but it was so refreshing to just enjoy a wonderful dinner and Christ-honoring conversation. So, to all the "Liana's" out there. Thank you for being an encouragment to your teacher. Godly Christian families are a such a blessing from God!!! (I tried posting the picture of us, but it wouldn't let me.)

Chalkdust...

2006-09-25T16:28:00.000-07:00

Ok, so it's been almost a month since I've written on here. Somehow, time has just continued to march on, while I feel as though I'm marching in place. Today was the start of the third week of school!! I can't believe it. I love it!!! Teaching is wonderful! I know I am exactly where God wants me to be too.
The church is great too. The single group is so much fun - special thanks to Tiffany, Terry, Rick, and Sarah!! They have been so great. Pastor and Mrs. Smith are wonderful too.
But my favorite of all are my students!!! I love them all so much. They are 24 bundles of energy and very trying at times, but they are great. Today, we made fall leaves and decorated our classroom. It looks great! Each one of my students is a God send and I love them all dearly.
Yes, times have changed, I've gone from the busy "having fun" Katie to the busy "working girl" Katie, but I wouldn't change a thing. God is so good to me. "Delight thyself in the Lord and HE shall give they the desire's of thy heart." I'm in it... chalkdust and kids are my hearts desire!!!!

Pictures...

2006-08-30T16:40:00.000-07:00

Finally, picture of the apartment.

Here we go...

2006-08-25T13:37:00.000-07:00

In just a few short hours I will be meeting my first classroom of students. I'm a bit scarred, but ready. My room is decorated, the books are on their desks, and my speech is written. The only thing that can help now is prayer. And lots of it.

New Home...

2006-08-17T17:00:00.000-07:00

Well, I made it to my new place and I love it!!! Tomorrow is the first day of in service and I think I'm ready. Somehow, we are actually moved in. I have a little more work to do in my room, but other than that, we're all set. I'll get some pictures on here soon. I love having my own place!!!

Moving on...

2006-08-03T07:34:00.000-07:00

While I feel like my life has changed so much of the past few months, there is an even bigger change awaiting me. In just 12 short days I will be moving to my own place. I'm very excited. I'm ready. I can't wait. I'm thrilled to meet my first grade class. I'm a bit nervous. I'm sad.
There is something about still living at home that keeps the kid in you alive. I know, I'll be working with kids and that will help, but moving out for good has a way of ending that stage of your life.
I'm very excited and ready to being this new phase, but I'm sad to say good-bye to the kid in me.
Welcome to the world.

Lessons...

2006-07-20T20:04:00.000-07:00

To say God has done a mighty work in my life during this whole time, would be a major understatement. There are so many things that God has taught me during this time. Lessons learned through pain are hard to learn, but these are the lessons that last the longest. I have already shared my heart on the situation at hand. Now, please allow me to share my heart about the great things God has done.

The most important lesson that I have learned is that God is all-knowing and absolutely right in everything He does. Could God have kept everything, and I mean everything, that happen leading up to this, during this, and even after this trial time from happening? YES!! But, in His great wisdom and knowledge He did allow this to happen. He not only allowed the “little” things to happen, but also the big, more life changing things to happen.

Knowing that God allows all things in His time is a hard pill to swallow at times like these. Knowing it and believing it are two different things however. I have grown up in a world where we were taught Romans 8:28, but to see it exemplified in the lives of my family is nothing that could ever be described. One of the hardest things to do in life is to watch the people you love suffer. So that suffering, in and of itself, has been very hard, but I have seen great faith examples in my parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins, friends, pastors and even strangers.

Another very important lesson I learned during these days was that of the blessing of friends. The Bible talks very clearly about friends. Friends are mentioned throughout the Bible in many different stages of life. Some friends are prayer warriors, some are encouragers, some are battle fighters, some lift our arms, some take us to Jesus, some challenge us, some help us see the sin in our life, some think the worst of us, some leave us, some breed bitterness in our hearts, some cheer us on while others tear us down, some are foolish, some are wise. We also have friends in many walks of their own spiritual life – some have been Christians for years, some are babies in Christ, some are even unbelievers while others still have believed, but are far from Christ. These friends all have something in common. They all mean something to us at one time or another. God has taught me that He can use people. That means me. I have been so deeply touched by the immense number of emails, contacts and notes I have received from friends. No, not everyone “agreed” with what I think, but they said they were praying for me. I even had people write me and say, “I don’t know you or your father, but I am praying for this whole matter to be resolved. I don’t know who is right, but God does, so I will pray.” What more could I ask for? Prayer is the greatest gift God gives to us. How awesome is it when someone says they are praying for us. When a person tells me they are praying for me they are saying they are placing me in the hands of our great Creator, Savior, and the Father that is in total control of our lives! Wow – pray for one another daily.

A direct line to God; the next lesson I learned. I had peers that came and helped me along the way. I had a family that was hurting just as I was, yet there were times that neither of those wonderful things mattered. There were times when the only thing that comforted was prayer. Prayer is more than just words; it’s calm in a storm. When man can do nothing God can do everything. I could not add further to the burdens already on heavy hearts. It was then, that I turned to my Heavenly Father who wrapped me in His arms and said, “My grace is sufficient.”

Sufficiency, the last lesson I will share. My all in all. Though family and friends have been a tremendous help, most of all, God has given me Himself. God is more than just salvation. He is my All, my Comfort, my Guide, my Hightower, my Fortress, my Strength, my Rock, my Abba Father, my Confidence, my Foundation, my Help, my Encouragement, my Friend, my Refuge, my Most High, my Confidant, my Everlasting. I could go on and on, but one little word says it – ALL. Without Him I am nothing.

There are many more things that I have learned through this trial, but I don’t have time to tell you of everything. If I were to sum this whole matter up I would say – God knows all, He does what not only is right for me, but what is best, and He is all I need.

No More tears...

2006-07-13T21:06:00.000-07:00

Two months ago today I wrote concerning my dad’s leaving Maranatha. So much has changed since that time. I know there are not that many people that read this blog, but I’m still going to preface it with this statement. What I’m about to say comes from a very wounded heart and technically a biased opinion, so if you are tired of hearing about this whole situation, don’t care what I have to say, are on the side of the board or just don’t think what I might say is true, please stop reading now. What I am about to write comes from my heart and I’m sure will come across as very biased and maybe to some, wrong, but this is my blog so I’m going to say what I want to say and don’t read it if you’re not interested.

Many of you are going to hear many things in the next few days. There is a letter being sent out by the board. Not everything in this letter is true, but not everything in this letter is false. Yes, there were allegations made against my dad. I believe my dad. Period. These women have no reputation and are known by no one in our “circles”. My dad has been in fulltime ministry for 30 plus years. He has been faithful with his time, service, and finances. He has given 210% of everything he has. Yet, when it comes down to there are people that are going to take the word of these four HORRIBLE women that have no reputation over that of my dad’s.

Another thing that is being said is that my dad refused counseling. That is totally false. He went to counseling and this counseling cost him greatly. It cost him being away from his family for his birthday as well as Father’s Day and it cost him not being home to celebrate with his son on his engagement. So don’t you DARE tell me that he refused counseling. I’m still waiting to give him his birthday present until he can actually care again because of that counseling.

Third, and last, has anyone ever heard of restitution? The last time I looked in my Bible God still forgives. What these women said isn’t true, but if it were, isn’t my dad the one that needs encourage, Christian fellowship, comfort, guidance, help and love not to be taken out to the curb like the evening trash? How dare the people of God throw away their own. Are you telling me that you’ve never made a mistake? I didn’t know God made any perfect people!!! I sure would like to meet them.

I’ll be the first to admit I’m hurt, bruised and even angry. Yes, I’m angry at the situation. Hurt by the board, yes I’m angry at these women, but most of all I’m disappointed that man thinks he has the right to judge. God is the only one who knows every detail of this whole scandal (yes, that’s what I call it, a Baptist scandal) so should it not be God that deals with my dad and his ministry. I pray that God do a mighty work in someone life – my dad’s, the people involved in this or both, because nothing scares me more than thinking that man is in control of the future.

I can’t cry another tear. My heart breaks for my father. I love him more than life. My heart breaks for Maranatha the school. I love the students and faculty. My heart breaks because I’m afraid that my generation will grow up and rebel because man has taken things into their own hands and left God out of the picture.

I cry no more because I’ve cried all my tears away. I cry no more, because God can still do great things. I cry no more, because it hurts far deeper than tears can help. I cry no more because I know MY God is still righteous and He will do right by us even if that means pain from man for many days to come. Man many not care about us, but God loves me more than I even understand. Yes, I weep for my father, but Jesus wept for us because He loves us more than we will ever understand. There are no more tears because Jesus still cares for us.

**Please take time to read my most recent blog on the situation and how God is using this trial in my life.

Top ten...

2006-07-10T21:10:00.000-07:00

Top Ten Reasons I'm glad I'm teaching first grade in the fall - not preschool!
10. First graders can all write their name
9. First graders can all tie their shoe (seriously - that's a test in Kindergarten)
8. First graders can talk
7. First graders can sit for more than ten seconds (or at least they are supposed to)
6. First graders can color in the lines for the most part
5. First graders are allowd to have scissors
4. First graders can be trusted to take a note to the office without eating the paper on the way
3. First graders can put their own cloths on
2. First graders can go to the bathroom by themselves
1. First graders do not wear diapers!!!!!

Abide with Me...

2006-07-02T22:41:00.000-07:00

I need Thy presence every passing hour.
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.

These are the words to the second verse of the song Abide with Me, written by Henry F. Lyte. I sang these words for two-and-a-half awesome years in Maranatha's Chamber Singer Choir!! I loved being in choir and as much of a blessing as those words were then, they are even more so now. I'm working about 70 hours a week, trying to pack up not only my room, but our entire house, and trusting in God's strength more and more each and every day. I was driving home from work tonight, listening to the Chamber's CD and the words to this song were such a blessing to my heart.

It's summer time. We're all busy working, playing, and trying to catch up on a million things we don't get done during the school. But God still leads and guides if we let him during these busy days.

Breaking the rules...

2006-06-21T14:57:00.000-07:00

Ok, I admit. I always did my best not to break the rules at Maranatha because of who my dad was. But sometimes you've got to live a little. Well, he's not president any more so I broke the rules today:-) I went into the dining hall in pants, walked on the grass and was holding a boys hand the entire time (go ahead, ask me who it was!:-) So evil...I know!!!

Added 07-19-06
***Due to the higher traffic on my blog now I feel I should take a minute to explain this blog so no one is offended. I wrote this blog as a joke - I chose the picture on purpose. As most of you know I work a Maranatha's Preschool. While at work, where we are allowd to wear pants, we went on a field trip to the park. The shortest way to the park was through MBBC's campus. So, that's the way we went. We also stopped by the dining hall because Rick, the cook, had asked us to. We went through the grass because we have 14 three-year-olds and 9 four-year-olds that were whining and complaining that the walk was "too long and they were tired." And last, the hand I was holding was that of a three-year-olds. So, if you are still offended by this blog I am very sorry. I guess this picture was not worth a thousand words.

I want to catch a firefly in the alfalfa field...

2006-06-19T21:33:00.000-07:00

Ok, so I was driving home with my friends tonight and the conversation swayed to and fro, touching many subjects. One subjects was that of the title of this blog. Another was how so many people we knew as "kids" are going to be in college next year. Another yet was how many people we know that are/have gotten married this summer. This topic lead us to a very interesting one. The one of the infatuation my friend "Sarah"* had for this particular boy at school "Justin"*. Funny how she carried a torch for him for six years!!! SIX LONG YEARS!!! I thought my obsessions were bad! The interesting thing about this is that he basically didn't even know that she walked the face of this earth. That's what is so amazing about life. Yes, admittedly, it's rediculous that most people have had a "crush" on someone at sometime in their life, and we may have gotten a little carried away about it. But usually those crushes end up "breaking our heart's because they don't even say hi to us" and we move on to something better. Now, this is a long stretch, but I like making dumb analogies. We are never satisfied. We "like" someone for a while, maybe even way too long (like "Sarah") and then we end up being hurt and just moving on to do the same thing again. I am far from perfect in this area and anyone who knows me will attest to this fact, but this devotional book I've been reading has really challanged me in this area. Every time we have a strong desire or interest in something or someone, we putting an idol up in our lives. I love my friend "Sarah" and her whole situation was just funny for all those years, but may we all work hard at tearing down the idols in our lives.
* Names have been changed to protect the privacy of the individuals.

Engagment...

2006-06-19T14:09:00.000-07:00

My little brother got engaged on Sat. night!! I'm so happy for him. I wish it were me, but I'm very excited for him and MiKayla!!

Busy, busy, busy...

2006-06-12T22:52:00.000-07:00

For the three of you that actually read this blog I thought I would give you a quick update. Things have been really busy here. I finished my student teaching last Wed. (woohoo!!! and huray!!!!) I had a wonderful student teaching experience and I was planning on posting some pictures that day but a few things came up. One thing that kept me from posting them was my computer crashed - as in totally gone. Basically everything I had from my college days gone. Sad:-( Another, the blogspot website was done. And last, but not least, I got done student teaching at 3:30 and went to work at 5 and worked until 4AM. Then that's basically all I have done in the past few days. I have worked a total of 58 hours since I finished student teaching, and I haven't even been done student teaching for a week yet. Tomorrow I get to work from 7:30 AM until 2AM and then back to work at 7:30 on Wed. Should be interesting to see if I can even walk after that.
The only other big news that I have is that we actually have our apartment!!! I'm so excited! Kate called me the other night and left a message saying we have an address now!! We are on the third floor (which will make it interesting for moving in) but will make it nice and quiet as well as it will have a much nicer view. Oh, and since we are on the third floor we would love anyone and everyone that can help us move in. We are moving on Aug. 15 and we'll buy you lunch if you come and help:-) Plus, who wouldn't love to come see Kate and I??
Well, I should get to bed and try to catch a few minutes of beauty rest, we all know I need as much as I can get;-)
I'd love to hear how everyone is doing if anyone gets a minute in their busy lives.

Kristen and Laura...

2006-06-03T15:36:00.000-07:00

Today, at work, a lady with twins came into Old Navy. They were super cute and reminded me of my twin sisters. They are the coolest sister I have, ok, so they are the only sisters I have, but I have really loved getting to know them over the past few years and can't wait to see how the Lord works in thier lives as they continue to grow into beautiful young women.
This is a picture of us from graduaion with our mom. L-R Kristin, Connie, Me, and Laura.

Only one more...

2006-05-31T21:25:00.000-07:00

Only one more Thursday. Only one more Friday. Only one more Monday. Only one more Tuesday. Only one more Wednesday. Only one more week until I'm done student teaching. I've had a great time over all and I've learned many things, but I'm ready to be done and have my very own classroom!!!

Three Billy Goats...

2006-05-26T19:51:00.000-07:00

Today at school I taught the story of the Three Billy Goats Gruff. If you don’t know the story here it is:

Once upon a time there were three billy goats, who were to go up to the hillside to make themselves fat, and the name of all three was "Gruff." On the way up was a bridge over a cascading stream they had to cross; and under the bridge lived a great ugly troll , with eyes as big as saucers, and a nose as long as a poker. So first of all came the youngest Billy Goat Gruff to cross the bridge.
"Trip, trap, trip, trap! " went the bridge.
"Who's that tripping over my bridge?" roared the troll .
"Oh, it is only I, the tiniest Billy Goat Gruff , and I'm going up to the hillside to make myself fat," said the billy goat, with such a small voice.
"Now, I'm coming to gobble you up," said the troll.
"Oh, no! don't take me. I'm too little, that I am," said the billy goat. "Wait a bit till the second Billy Goat Gruff comes. He's much bigger."
"Well, be off with you," said the troll.
A little while after came the second Billy Goat Gruff to cross the bridge.Trip, trap, trip, trap, trip, trap, went the bridge.
"Who's that tripping over my bridge?" roared the troll.
"Oh, it's the second Billy Goat Gruff , and I'm going up to the hillside to make myself fat," said the billy goat, who hadn't such a small voice.
"Now I'm coming to gobble you up," said the troll.
"Oh, no! Don't take me. Wait a little till the big Billy Goat Gruff comes. He's much bigger."
"Very well! Be off with you," said the troll.
But just then up came the big Billy Goat Gruff . Trip, trap, trip, trap, trip, trap! went the bridge, for the billy goat was so heavy that the bridge creaked and groaned under him.
"Who's that tramping over my bridge?" roared the troll.
"It's I! The big Billy Goat Gruff ," said the billy goat, who had an ugly hoarse voice of his own.
"Now I 'm coming to gobble you up," roared the troll. But the billy goat butted the troll right off the bridge into the river below and was never heard from again. After that the billy goat went up to the hillside. The three billy goats lived on the hillside forever.

As I was telling this story I began to think about the lesson that this story has. Please, bear with me, I’m making some big stretches here. I’m going to compare the troll to us, and the three billy goats to Satan. We are just walking along, living our life when Satan comes along and entices us. And although we may know that what we are doing is wrong Satan says to us, “It’s not that big of a deal, you can just wait to take care of this!” And we are foolish enough to get more involved in that sin, not taking care of the sin while it is a small matter. Until one day, that sin knocks us right off our feet. I know, it’s a stretch, but as I was telling this simple story I couldn’t help but be reminded that each time we are willing to give into a “small sin” Satan finds an even bigger sin to tempt us with the next time until he has “knocked us” off our spiritual feet. I pray that God gives me the courage and strength each day to “put away the things of this world” before it is too late.

Truth...

2006-05-22T20:30:00.000-07:00

What is honesty? Truth? Integrity? Uprightness? Sincerity? Is honesty what you think is right and good? Or is there something more to it than that? Is honesty the absence of all that is untrue or merely the evidence of some true parts? How honesty are we with our family, our friends, our co-workers, our peers, our selves, our God?

I can not help but say that God is the absolute truth. God is the finality of all that is honest and right. But are we being truth givers? It is often preached that we are “to be Christ representation here on earth? Are you living every day so that others will see Christ in you?” Excellent question – are we living everyday the truth that we want others to see? Are we living so that others see the truth of our lives? More importantly are we speaking the truth?

Junior Church songs are so simple but they have such powerful words sometimes – “Oh be careful little mouth what you say!” Are we guarding our mouths and speaking only that which is right? That which is true? That which is upright? That which lifts up our brother not tears them down? I was reading in John in my devotions and read John 18:38 (yes you have to look it up yourself) and it really spoke to me. What fault could others find in us? Are we speaking truth in all we say? Are we living truth in all we do?

Chapter 23...

2006-05-13T10:42:00.000-07:00

On May 11, I woke up as the presidents daughter.

There are so many things I want to say and communicate with you all, but I don't know where to begin. As most of you are well aware, my dad resigned from Maranatha on Thursday night. I'll do my best to explain everything that is happening and my feelings on the whole matter.

Let me start by saying I didn't know. So those of you that are frusterated because you think "I had no idea!! How could he do this so suddenly?" I'm there with you. I was just as shocked as you were. I didn't see it coming, it had not been talked about in our home and it was a day I thought was years away. So, if you're tempted to be bitter or up-set by that, let me say in all kindness, you have no right to be.

Now, let me explain what's happening. My dad has been praying about this desicion for just over a year. He loves Maranatha and he is sad to leave here, but there is more to the story than people may think. Over the last year he has felt convicted that Maranatha has taken him away from his most important ministry - his wife and children. While he loves being busy and he loves traveling and preaching, he knew it was very hard on the three of us. While he loves working with the students at Maranatha, he knew it was consuming all of his time.

Then, Thursday night, after a meeting with the board, he gave them his resignation. This too must be explained - the board did not force him, there are no huge sin problems in his life, and everyone is parting on good terms. There arose an issue that the board and my dad could not agree upon which lead dad to see this was God's way of opening the door for him to leave. He loves Maranatha and the students and will miss them greatly, but the Lord has directed him to move on.

I'm not going to lie to you, I felt great shock at this news. My life was organized. I had a plan. Things were the way they were supposed to be. I was moving out of the house. The house would only be a few hours away. I could visit my family and friends any time I wanted. My dad had a great job.

I remember standing there hearing my dad tell me the news. That's what I did. I just stood there. I didn't believe it. I didn't want to hear it. I didn't understand it. I couldn't take it in. I couldn't question. I couldn't cry. I couldn't talk. I couldn't move. It seemed like it was only yesterday that we had moved here and I hated it, but I had now grow to love this place only to have my parents tell me they were leaving. It took a while for it to all sink in. My parents were leaving the only house I ever remember living in that didn't have wheels on the bottom. My parents were leaving WI and didn't know where they were going next. When I moved away, it would be forever and not just until Thanksgiving vacation. My brother didn't have to finish his education at Maranatha. We didn't have to always say goodbye to dad and wonder when he would be home again. Once it all did sink in I didn't know what to feel. I wanted to be sad. Angry. Happy. Scarred. Excited. Nervous. Shocked. Confused. Frustrated. Hurt.

Yet, as I stood there in my parents bedroom, crying, I knew God had a plan. He had already been at work for the past weeks and even months. It was in the little things He had done to help me prepare for this moment. I had a great job waiting for me. I was done with college. I had said goodbye to my friends because I was moving. I had not gotten the job in Watertown that I had thought was God's plan for my life. I had an apartment with the greatest roommate ever. I had friends that had already promised to stay in touch. God had a plan that was going to be carried out no matter what. I didn't see this coming, but God did. So I was prepared. I don't know what tomorrow brings, but I know who brings tomorrow.

This is not the news I thought I would hear just days before my 23 birthday and months before I begin my very own new life - but I know God has great things planned for my parents, for me, and for my whole family. Yes, things will be different. Yes, it will hurt for a while in my heart and the hearts of those around us. Yes, it is far from what I thought was going to happen. Yes, God is still incontrol.

On May 11, I went to bed as Katie Jaspers.

Four Letter word...

2006-05-10T20:07:00.000-07:00

Ok, many of you may think I'm going to talk about work. Unfortunately that is not the four letter word I'm refering to. Let me also give this minor disclaimer. For those of you that may be squeemish, please read no more.

I am currently student teaching in Beaver Dam. I just started at this school on Monday (very hard to go back to school after graduation). It is a very unusual situation. I was supposed to be teaching in a four-year-old kindergarten. It is a four-year-old kindergarten, but it's a special needs class that only meets Tues-Fri. afternoons and only has nine students. So yesterday was my first time meetings these kids. I fell in love with each of them from the first minute. One of the little boys is in a wheel chair, but he's the sweetest little boy ever!!

Sorry, I got distracted - I had to set up the back ground for you to understand the rest. Well, today, as we were sitting down for a story one of the asst. teachers noticed something on one of the students heads. She didn't know what she was looking for and asked me if I did. Sinse I have spent the past three years working at daycare and had a student in each of my last two placements that had this same issue, I knew exactly what to look for. Yes, that's the four letter word - LICE!!! To make a long story short, we pulled 22 lice off his head, only to have his mother show up and say, "I couldn't find any lice so I don't think he really had it, so he'll be back tomorrow." The joys of being a teacher. "Knock on wood" I've never had lice, so hopefully I can keep up that great record. (Two day's ago I said the same thing about not having a speeding ticket and today - you guessed it - speeding ticket). So stay away from me for the next few weeks.

Over all I still love this bunch of kids. Special needs kids are the sweetest kids who only want a little bit of attention. They may not act or look like "everybody else" but they are wonderful, sweet and they get to everyone's heart including my own.

Sleep Deprived...

2006-05-08T20:59:00.000-07:00

Graduation went off without a hitch. I didn't trip, cry or have some other major mess-up. Although, it was rather discouraging to sit down, open my "diploma" and see that I have spent the past five years working towards a peice of white, semi-transparent tissue paper. Ok, so I have to finish my student teaching before I get my diploma, but over all the day was great!

One would think that after graduating from college you would be able to get a little bit of rest. Not so in my house. I had family and friends here throughout the weekend (loved it though) and then the bomb was dropped. My aunt and uncle (who are in evangalism) could find a motel at the next place they were going to that would take dogs. So, my mom, being the kind and wonderful person she is offered to dog-sit. Note: what she said was, "I don't mind taking care of him for the next few days." What she meant was, "Katie doesn't mind taking care of him for the next few days." Sunday morning rolls around. At 6:30 AM (MUCH sooner than I ever get up on Sunday's) Goliath - this miniture dog - desides it's time to get up. Not only was it time to get up, put it's time to play!!!! After much growling (from me not the dog) I got up, which was very hard to do since I HATE mornings. Fine, fine, what's a few less minutes of sleep for one night right? NO!!! That night, as I am getting ready for bed at 11 Goliath desides it is once again time to play. While I am scolding him, my phone rings and it's my friend reminding me that I'm supposed to take her to the airport at 4 the next morning. After spending what seemed like hours getting Goliath settled down, I sleep for three and a half short hours. But wait, there's more. After getting home from the airport at 6:15 I get ready and head out the door to drive 30 miles to my new student teaching placement. A month ago I had written to this teacher and told her I would meet her at 7:30, but she could contact me if that time didn't work. Upon arrival at the school at 7:30, I'm informed that school doesn't start till 9.

Well, I say all that to say - somethings never change. That's what I get for dog-sitting, working, student teaching, and being a friend all at once. I guess being busy is great way to help the time pass.

PS - Uncle Torrey - I'm just teasing about Goliath. He's a cutie!!

The Big Day...

2006-05-04T21:30:00.000-07:00

As I mentioned in my last post, graduation is here!! It's tomorrow!! This is a day I really never thought would be upon me, but at least, it is here. It is going to be a great day too I'm sure. I get to see old friends I have not seen for a while, I get to see lots of family (Grandpa and Grandma J, Grandma G, Uncle, Uncle and Aunt, three cousins, birthmom and husband, two brothers and two sisters and my parents) teachers I haven't seen due to student teaching and a host of other people. What a joy!!

What a great day! A day I never thought I would see. A day that is full of joy and sorrow, excitement and nerves, laughing and weaping, pride and humility. While all these are a part of the day, the most difficult part is the saying goodbye. The leaving friends, family and teachers that have been such a great part of my life the past few years. Yes, I've done a great deal of book learning the past few years, but it's the life lessons that have taught me the most. I know I will never be able to thank every person that has touched me life, but I hope they know how much they mean to me.

Thanks to the family members that have cheered me on through each and every step. Thanks to the roommates that put up with my crazy ideas and loud alarm clock. Thanks to the teachers who showed me that teaching is more than putting a lesson into a students head, but putting love into their hearts. Thanks to Mrs. Gould for the fun video (if you don't know what this is all about ask). Thanks to the friends who have taught me so much about life, love and that's it's ok to relax every once in a while. But most importantly, I thank the Lord for his never ending love and help each step of the way. There is not one ounce of me that thinks I could have even attempted this on my own. The Lord gives each day what we need for that day and nothing more.

Yes, I won't lie to you. I didn't really think this is the way I would be finishing college. No, I didn't think it would take me five years to get done. No, I didn't think I would be moving to Chicago after graduation. No, I didn't think I would be single. No, I didn't think I would be teaching. No, I think I would even finish college, but God has given me so much. And while the plans I had for my life are long gone, I know I'm exactly where God wants me to be today. So, for tomorrow, I'm going to enjoy the day. Live it to it's fullest and rejoice that this day is finally here!

Roses from Mom...

2006-05-03T20:03:00.000-07:00

I love my parents more than anything! I came home from work today to find a dozen red roses in my room with a "congrats" card from my mom. For anyone that may not know, I wasn't really planning on finishing college. I didn't think I could, I had two teacher tell me that "college wasn't for me" and on more than one occasion I tried to find an excuse to quit. By, through it all, even when they my have had doubts themselves, my parents stood by me and kept me going on. Yes, there were times when the keeping on was basically an order from them, but they didn't give up on me. For that, I can never thank them enough, because without them I won't be here today. Tomorrow starts a busy time - rehersal, Baccalaureate, friends and family coming, and then Graduation on Friday. But I couldn't let this special time go by without a word to my parents.

Mom and Dad, I love you. Thank you for everything you have taught me, shown me and lead me to. You cheered me on, you encouraged me, you praised me, you taught me how to love God more than life, you let me make mistakes so I could learn from them rather than just doing everything for me, you guided me, you helped me up, and most of all you loved me each step of the way. I love you both!!

Pumping Gas...

2006-04-30T19:13:00.000-07:00

For those of you that know me well, you know that if there were anything in this world that I would be it would be a wife and mother. However, at this point in my life I am far from that. I'm really excited about moving out and getting my own place and I know that in God's timing, I may have my hearts desire fullfilled. Until then I am enjoying every day of singlehood. At this point I'm sure your saying, "and what does this have to do with pumping gas?" Fair question, so let me explain.

Tonight, on the way to work, I had to stop and get gas. I do appreciate when a guy knows how to be a gentlemen and for the most part I don't stand around waiting for a guy to come along because "I'm a helpless girl." But tonight I was thinking I would really have liked to had a guy around. I know, my husband won't always go fill the car with gas for me, but tonight, when it was cold, windy and rainy I was wishing "Mr. Right" was there to pump the gas. Go ahead, call me names and say I'm just a hopeless romantic, but there are times when I girl needs to be a girl and wish that there were a desent guy in her life.

Kisses, cacoons and homemade butter...

2006-04-28T18:59:00.001-07:00

You may be tempted to ask about the title of this blog and I wouldn't blame you at all for saying, "huh, what???" The connection? They were all a part of my day in Kindergarten today. Let's start in order.

Kisses - Today we celebrated one of the students birthday. She has a summer birthday, so we celebrated today. This little girl is one of the sweetest little girls I have ever met. She is more giving than most adults are, has a smile that lights up the room, and is thankful for the smallest, most insignificant things that most people wouldn't even think a thing about. I've never seen a child's eyes light with such joy because of the gifts she got today. They were small items: a book, a few birthday coloring sheets, a pencil, a sucker and a birthday certificate. After she "opened" her bag of presents she came over to me, gave me a huge hug and a big kiss on the cheek. She was even excited about the tissue paper her gifts had been wrapped in.

Cacoons - Today was also show-and-tell. I had no idea how much kids like show-and-tell. Not having ever really gone to a real school when I was a child, I wasn't real familar with the great awesomeness of show-and-tell. There were some interesting things brought in today ranging from a rainbow colored slinky to a cacoon. The cacoon was really cool. As the teacher, I got to hold it and while I was holding it I felt it wiggle and heard this rubbing sound from the inside. I didn't know you could really feel a caterpillar changing into a butterfly. It was a really neat teaching moment because the students got to come up and listen to the rubbing noice and hold the stick to feel the movement.

Homemade butter - As you know, we have been talking about the farm. Because we had already talked about cows, I thought it would be really fun to make something out of milk. I had actually gotten this idea from one of my college classes. All you do is take whipping cream and put it into some kind of sealed container, with two clean marbles and shake. Unfortunately, the plastic containers I had brought (so we didn't have to use glass ones that have been known to break during this activity) cracked while they were shaking them. Dumb Ziplock twist and seal! We were able to finish the project and enjoyed our homemade butter on some cinnimon raisin bread.

I hope you've enjoyed your glimps into Kindergarten kisses, cacoons and homemade butter. Have a great day and try something new, you never know what you might learn.

I Miss the bike...

2006-04-27T18:31:00.000-07:00

For those of you that know, I used to ride a motercycle. As I was walking home this evening, several bikes drove by. I miss riding. You may ask, "why do you say used to?" Well, I'm glad you asked, I'll tell you:-) This past fall I was driving to work, on the motercycle, when I had a minor accident. Thankfully I was wearing a helmet (which is basically ruened now) so my head wasn't hurt, but I smashed my hand quite badly (you can still see the marks on it) and ruined the bike. I haven't been brave enough to go out yet, but I'm hoping to sometime in the near future (if I get the courage).

Carrots...

2006-04-26T21:35:00.000-07:00

Have you ever really wanted something? I mean REALLY wanted it? I'm talking about when you were a kid and you really wanted that super cool slinky that could go up and down the stairs!!! What would you do to get that thing? You would really have to love it to do anything for it, but would you be willing to do anything for it? I was thinking of that tonight as I was sitting here eat carrot sticks (hence the name of the blog) and working on my lesson plans for tomorrow. What lessons am I learning from these kids? It's the lesson of really wanting something. For instance, there are several student in the class that have just learned how to tie their shoe. They want to have the independence of tieing their own shoe so badly, that I really think they would kill me if I even offered to help. That got me to thinking... (scarry I know) the things I want, how badly do I want them?

Where did they get this idea...

2006-04-25T20:55:00.000-07:00

As most of you know, I am student teaching right now. I am currently in Kindergarten (no, I'm not in kindergarten I'm teaching in kindergarten, actually, saying that I'm teaching is a stretch and I don't have time to go into that right now) Anyways, back to the story. Well, we have been talking about the farm and the other day the animal we were learning about was the cow. We were going to make cows out of giant peices of paper and use scraps to ad spots, legs, feet, tail and utter. During our discussion, one of the students asked what the pink part on the cow was and before I had time to answer another student blurted out, "It's the utter!" After I reminded him that he should not be talking without raising his hand, the student that had asked the question said, "His udder (kindergarten speach for other) what?" After I explained that this was where the farmer milked the cow, the child responded by saying, "Oh, I thought it was a pig that got stuck under the cow and those were his legs sticking down." After a great laugh I reminded him that only kangaroo's carry anything near there tummy and even then it's their own baby. Needless to say, I had a great laugh about it.

Isn't God Great...

2006-04-24T21:08:00.000-07:00

The title of this blog is a phrase that is often way over used, but I have a truly grateful heart right now and want to share it with you all.

As you know, we (Kate Woodby) and I, are moving to Schaumburg this fall. The Lord has really opened some doors for us in how our apartment situation worked out and it was really as if our apartment just fell into our laps. (For all you jokers out there I don’t mean to insinuate that either Kate or I are the wicked witch of the west with a house falling on us.) Well, since that time, that Lord has really blessed us with some wonderful things. To be perfectly honest with you, I thought we would be using furniture like in the picture, basically my grandparents old, worn out lawn funiture that they are too embarressed to even use any more. Yes, I know, it is possible to survive with minimal to no furniture for the first little while. In fact, I was planning on going to St. Vinnies to look for the cheapest stuff possible at the end of the summer. But God, the awesome provider that He is, has literally given us a living room set, a dining room set, lamps, a microwave and small kitchen type things too numerous to mention.

I’ll admit, I was a little faithless when it came to having a super cool, furnished apartment, but isn’t it great how God can give wonderful blessings even to the faithless.

A blessed people...

2006-04-19T20:50:00.000-07:00

This is more indepth than usual and mostly just rambling, but I hope it lets you see my heart and you know how truly blessed I feel I am to have such a great God.

I have been recently been reading about the children of Isreal and their wandering in the wilderness. That topic is the typical Sunday School felt board lesson. Every good Sunday School going child could tell you the stories in their sleep. I, like most of you, could also tell them without thought or reminder. As I've been reading however, they have really touched my heart. Yes, there have been jokes told for years about the Isrealites wandering because Moses wouldn't stop and ask for directions, but what was God really teaching them? I have been guilty one more than one occasion of assuming they wandered because they weren't obeying God, and yes, I do believe that may be partly true. I also have believed that God was using this to teach them things, again, I believe this to be true. And yes, I know it was God's plan for them to wander all those years. But I really believe that God was using this time to show them his greatness. Everything God does is a reflection of his awesomeness. Many times I have thought to myself, "Wouldn't it have been cool to be alive during Jesus' day or in the OT when God was performing great miracles through his servants!!" Well, yes, that would have been cool, but there were people that were seeing these truly powerful works of God and yet still did not believe. One of Jesus' own beloved followers denied Christ after watching him for years. What makes me think that I would have any more faith in God if I had been there to witness these awesome events? Then I think about the awesome works God is showing us each and every day. It's awesome that we can breath and live every day. It's awesome that we have a Bible to read and study and look to for guidence. It's awesome that we can talk to God any time we want. There are some many things that we do every day that God allows. Yes, we all have our "wandering in the wilderness" times, but God makes himself known even then. Yes, we all wonder if God is really at work in today's world. I can assure you he is. He is more today than he was yesterday or even when Moses lead the children of Isreal. Yes, they saw great miracles, but did they believe because they saw or did they believe because they knew God was at work. We are blessed more today than ever before, not because we can see, but because we believe God is at work and we know he guides us each step of the way through our day.

It's been forever...

2006-04-16T21:44:00.000-07:00

Ok, so it's been forever since I've written on here. There are a couple of reasons for that. 1) I've been totally busy with a million things unrelated to student teaching. 2) I'm student teaching. 3) I sort-of forgot about keeping this up because there's like three people that even look at it and see them all the time anyways. So this message is for you three.

Things are going fine. I'm not too fond of my new supervising teacher. She is very nice, but has some really strange rules and proceedures for me to follow and I've spent the first two weeks only observing her. Much different than my last placement.

I have also been trying to get out my graduation invataions/announcements!! Woo-hoo!! I'm super excited about being done with college. Although, the really bad things is that the Monday morning after graduation I have to go back to student teaching for another four weeks. Oh well, I guess life could be worse.

Other than that, everything in my life is about the same as it always is. I do have tomorrow (Mon.) and Tues. off of school so that will be nice and I may get a chance to see some of you up at school. Well, I need to get to bed and take advantage of the extra beauty rest (I need all the help I can get). Have a wonderful day!!

Apartment hunt...

2006-03-30T20:10:00.000-08:00

Today Kate and I went apartment hunting and we found the perfect apartment. The Lord really opened some doors and lead us to a wonderful place. Log on to see where we'll be living. If you are looking at the floor plans we will be living in the two bed/two bath split that is 995 square feet. Here is the web site to go to http://www.barrington-lakes.com/. We're excited!!

Nine down, nine to go...

2006-03-25T22:31:00.000-08:00

Ok, I know it's been a long time since I've posted anything new. I'm so sorry to the two of you that read this;-) But I've been really busy finishing up my first half of student teaching. I loved it! I'm so glad I am going to be a teacher.

My last day was hard though. I will more than likely never see these kids ever again. I am now going to student teach at a different school, then this summer I will move to a different state, far away from them. As most of you know, I have really been burdened for these kids. I have really grow to love them, as I'm sure I will with all my students, but my heart still aches for them because they have not the truth.

Although I leave them to go to a new group of students, a new cooperating teacher, even a new town, I will always remember them with a great heartache and prayer. "My prayer and hearts desire" is that I may have planted a small seed in the hearts of these students, and maybe someday, the Lord will lead someone else to water, but ultimalty, the Lord will confict them so much, that they come to a saving faith.

"Lord lay some soul upon my heart. And love that soul through me. And may I humbly do my part to win that soul for Thee." May that truly be our hearts desire.

Math Papers...

2006-03-15T15:10:00.000-08:00

I know, it's been a long time since I posted anything new. It's not because I haven't had anything new and exciting happen, but because I've been so busy. Busy with teaching, busy with preparing for the move to Chicago, busy with being interviewed by the Watertown Daily Times (another blog topic for later this week) and busy grading papers.

What I'm about to tell you will confurm and questions you had in your mind about how crazy I am, but I'm still going to tell you anyway! When I was a kid, I wanted to be a teacher because I thought it would be really cool to grade papers. Let me just say, grading papers is not all it's cracked up to be, and I don't even have to record the grades yet! As can be gatherd from the title of this blog, I had math papers to grade. I love grading written papers, drawings, even listening to them read, but I HATE grade math papers. Yes, some would say "How hard can it be you just go down the line and see if they have the right answer?" But it's more than that. You see the same thing over and over again, when there is a mistake you have to figure out where it is, and most of all, there's no creativity! I love reading papers where they really show me what they are thinking, but math? Come on, there isn't anything "extra" you can put in math. It's just plain ol' numbers.

I realized, even when we love what we do, there are still things we have to do even when we don't love it.

I'm glad I'm not...

2006-03-06T20:49:00.000-08:00

There are so many things that we can be so thankful we are not. I know you are saying to yourself right this minute, "Katie, you are so wierd." I'm willing to accept that. Would you at least give me a chance to explain my thinking. Great, thanks:-)

Today, one of my students came to school without their homework done. As a teacher, my first thought was, "You're in second grade. The only homework I gave you last night was to read your assigned reading homework for twenty minutes. How hard can it be??" In this case however, it was much harder than it sounded. You see, this young student of mine comes from a broken home where love is few and far between if it's ever present at all. Yes, he may only be in second grade, but his life is harder than mine has ever been in the past twenty-two years, and my guess, full of more heart-ache than I can really every know. Yes, I come from a wonderful, loving two-parent home where love and discipline are abounding. And yes, I have seen the other side of life, the side of life where you have "two families" both of which want to spend lots of time with you without taking you away from the other for too long. But neither of my families, Jaspers or Nadaskay's, have every made my life so hard I couldn't sit down and do twenty minutes of second grade reading. Back to my story about the my student. This poor eight-year-old child couldn't do his homework last night because his dad got arrested. The police came to his house, arrested the dad, and took the two children to their mother's house. I use house for a reason and not home. For these two young children were taken from their father's house to their mother's and told by their mother, she "didn't want them because it wasn't her turn. The dad needed to keep them for his week. They were not her responsibility." As horrible as I may sound, I don't think that woman should even be called a mother. A real mother would NEVER say that. The saddest part of this story is that this is the third time since I have been teaching here (I've only been here six weeks) that this has happened to this little boy, and he is the second student to relate to me that one of their parents were arrested the night before and taken away.

So I guess tonight I'm glad I'm not living in a home where God is not dwelling, love is not present, and a family is missing. I would love to hear what you're glad you're not. God is so good to us, and yet how often we forget that fact. Life has struggles for all of us, but we have the wonderful truth that God will "not ever forsake us, not ever leave us."

Wear your pajamas to school...

2006-02-28T20:41:00.000-08:00

Today we had a party. Let me tell you what a great day you missed out on. When I started student teaching I made a reward chart for my students. The object was to fill the chart, then we could have a party. To obtain stickers for the chart, the whole class had to be good. Well, it took them five weeks, but they did it. So today we had a pajama party!! We watched Toy Story, took pictures, ate pop-corn, cookies, and ice cream, and had a wonderful time. Here are a few pictures from our day.

<-----You've got to love those PJ's:-)

Well, we had a great day. And these are the coolest second graders I know!!!!

Pictures...

2006-02-25T11:32:00.000-08:00

For those of you that actually read my blog. I told you that I would be posting some pictures of my class on here this weekend. However, my computer at home is not working, so I will not be able to do that yet.

I would like to ask you to pray for the Thomas family tomorrow though. They are the ones I have mentioned before and they are coming to church tomorrow. I'm really excited. Pray that the message will have a clear gospel plan and that they will listen and take to heart what they hear. I'm very burdened for this family because I think the Lord is really working in their hearts right now.

The Big Day...

2006-02-20T20:00:00.000-08:00

Tomorrow is the big day. During student teaching we have to have four visits by our supervisors throughout the time we are student teaching. Tomorrow is my first visit. When they come they basically tell you if you are passing or failing student teaching. Scary thought huh?

Because of the importance of this visit, I took some time today to prepare my student for the visit. I reminded them why I was there, and that I get graded on how I teach. I talked about how they like to get good grades on things they work hard on, so I need their help to get a good grade tomorrow. I talked about how I had been in college longer than they had been alive (that was really amazing for them) and how I needed to get a good grade from this teacher if I wanted to become a teacher "when I grow up", as they so appropriately put it. They were all very excited about helping me.

So, I guess we'll see. My lesson plan is written, my class is prepared, and I'm shaking in my boots! Here goes nothing!!

Snow day...

2006-02-17T19:54:00.000-08:00

Ok, so I got my first snow day as a teacher!! It sure was fun. I would have to say that teachers look forward to snow days just as much, if not more, than the students do. It was so wonderful to have a day off (I'm not trying to rub it in, I promise).

I didn't do much on my day off, but I did have a chance to come up to school and see a few of you. That was really fun. I had no idea how much I missed seeing everyone. I forget that there is so much going on and that I have no idea about any of it.

During my time up "visiting the real world" I was talking to someone who commented about the amount of time I have to blog. Well, it does seem like I blog alot, and I probably do blog more than some, but I do it to stay in touch. Student teaching is much less busy (for me at least) than being in class. I also have see some really awesome things happen in my life the past few weeks/months and because I never see anyone I never get to share them. This is my way of sharing:-) Also, because this is my way of staying in touch, I need you to stay in touch too! If you read this I would love to know it. You don't have to say much, just let me know what's happening your busy life. And for anyone who didn't read my last blog - it's worth it. God is really working in some hearts and lives.

I should go now. Until the next snowy day...

Answer to prayer, a cause to pray...

2006-02-12T10:24:00.000-08:00

What do we pray for? Do we really think about what we are praying for? Are we praying for things for our own enjoyment or are we truly praying for spiritual things? And then, on those times when we do pray for spiritual things, do we really want it to happen or are we just praying for that because we know we are supposed to? I ask all these questions, because I have been pondering them myself all day.

I mentioned to all of you that there was a family I baby-sit that I have been witnessing to. Last night I went on a "ride along" with this officer. I was using it as partial fulfillment of a HR thing for student teaching, as well as I knew it would be a great time to talk with him, hopefully about spiritual things. Mostly our whole conversation the whole time I was with him was about spiritual things. He asked about Baptists - why we believe what we believe, he asked about why we don't drink, what our view on homosexuality is (he's opposed) and what stand our church would take against it, he asked about what we believe about the Ten Commandments, he asked about what our view on murderers is and if we think they can get into heaven. At this point I had a perfect opening to really just give him the complete gospel and explain to him that we would believe a murderer could go to heaven if he was completely trusting in God. This made him ask why a murderer can get to heaven if he has murdered someone, "isn't that like the worst sin anyone can commit?" I then explained to him that while murder is a sin, God looks at sin as sin, and if we are basing our admittance to heaven upon what we have or haven't done on this earth, then we are putting our faith in ourselves and not in God, so therefore this person is not truly saved. He asked about prayer, the Bible and what we believe about the Bible. He just had question after question. Then at the very end of the night, he asked about church. I told him we would love to have them visit our church any times. It looks like they are really thinking about coming on the 26th. It's amazing how much you know until you start witnessing, then you have no idea what you're talking about. Through I conversation though, I think he may be saved, he's just searching for answers to things. If he is not saved, however, I believe the Holy Spirit is really working on his heart.

Have you ever listened to a young child pray? They pray with such an open heart. Why don't we pray like that? Is it because we don't have an open heart, are we ashamed to sound like we really mean it? I know often times don't pray with an open heart. Please pray that he will continue to seek the Lord and find the peace that he looking for during this time of his life.

Love...

2006-02-10T21:43:00.000-08:00

With Valentine's Day right around the corner, love is on the minds and mouths of every one. Although I'm single and would love not to be, I know it is exactly what God has for me and so I am "therefore, whatsoever state I am there to be content". But I have to say a bit of love was given to me in a strange way today. In a way that I know I will never forget.

We had a half day today and one of my students who has been having some bad days lately, had an amazingly good day for him. He was taking a little longer to get ready to go so I took the rest of the class down to the doors where I let them out for the day. I went back up stairs and was engaging this boy in conversation and commenting to him how proud I was of him that he had such a wonderful day. We chatted as I started walking him down the stairs and he sort-of bounded ahead of me on the stairs. We were almost to the bottom when he jumped over the last few and started to walk quickly (basically run) and over his shoulder he yelled, "Bye Miss Jaspers. I love you." Then he turned around and gave me a big ol' smile and ran out the door.

I'll admit, I was hoping this year for Valentine's Day I would have the world's greatest boyfriend who couldn't wait to spend the day with me (I know, I'm working on getting my dreams to be more like reality) but I can't help but know that I have, in a small way, impacted a little boy who needs me right now. He needs love and I have more than enough to share with him.

"But the greatest of these is love" What kind of love are we looking for this year? I know I wasn't looking for this love, but it was more awesome that I could ever explain.

It's been a while...

2006-02-08T20:04:00.000-08:00

Wow, I have not written on here for so long!! I feel like I'm in withdrawl. I have noticed, however, than many other people have not kept up their blogs either, so I don't see quite as bad. I think we are all finally getting into the real drag of the every day work and no fun mode. Besides, I have some amazing news to share. Have you ever noticed the really cool look that kids get on their faces when they are totally happy about something? Well, that how I feel right now, that's why I put that super cute picture on here.

Not going to share anything about student teaching today (except that one of those pesky little rugrats gave me strep throat - so stay away for the next 24 hours till my meds kick in). What I want to share is just totally awesome.

Last year I started babysitting for a number of families in the area. One of whom has started coming to church and the mom (who comes faithfully Sunday all day, Tues. Bible study, and Wed. night) joined the church on Jan. 1. She had been saved for a while, but has not been going to really good churches. Her comment to me was that she was "tired of a feel good Jesus." Praise the Lord for His awesome work!!!

Then tonight, I got a call from a police officer (don't worry, I know you all think it is because I'm in major trouble) whom I babysit for as well. He and his wife are Catholic, but about two-half/three years ago they adopted two children and they want to get their kids into church and they are not at all happy with Mass. Wow! God is really doing some great work. This particular family contacted MBBC looking for a sitter because they view Maranatha students as great kids (boy, we sure have them fooled;-)

Please pray that God will continue to work in these families and that there will be many more families in the future that will be impacted by our Maranatha family as well as our own personal Christian testimonies.

Today was the day...

2006-02-01T20:50:00.000-08:00

While I have had a wonderful time getting to know the students and teacher where I have been placed for student teaching, I haven't actually enjoyed the teaching. I'ver heard many teachers say, "I love to teach. It is just so fun to be at the front of the classroom and teach these students." I, however, had not had the privilege of saying that in this classroom yet. Today, as you may have been able to tell, was the day though. I had a blast teaching the class today. I have also come to the conclussion that in teaching the old saying, "It is better to give than recieve" is also true when it comes to homework:o)

Not only did I have a blast teaching, but I also had a chance to talk with a girl in the classroom next door that has been coming to King's Kid's at church. She also invited a friend and asked me if I would help her invite other friends. I don't know what the school's rules on that would be, but I'm definatly going to find out.

Then to top of this amazing day, my supervising teacher has begun to ask some questions. She is wanting to know more about why Maranatha students do what they do and why I would ever want to teach in a Christian school. I'm really looking forward to having more conversations with her and hopefully have the chance to plant some seed in her heart. Please pray for me as I continue to let others see Christ in me.

I have to ask, how to explain to some one God's will for your life, when they just live life however they want? I would love some help with this one.

Have a great day everyone and remember people do notice how we live even if we don't know them.

Another Monday...

2006-01-29T19:45:00.000-08:00

Ok, so tomorrow starts not only another day, but another week. I must say the weekend has been long enough for me to begin missing the kids from school. Yes, I know hard to believe that someone could really miss lippy, rude, stabbing pencils in their heads kids, but I do.

I don't know how many people, if any at all, will read this post, but I would like to know: Was there a teacher that made a difference in your life? I really only had one teacher from K-10th grade, and while she was a wonderful mom and teacher, I must say there was one teacher that truly made the greatest impact on my life. It was a teacher that made me love being in her classroom. She actually wasn't really even my teacher, but she let me visit her classroom. She was a Kindergarden teacher in MI. She invited me to her classroom. I couldn't tell you what we did if you held a gun to my head, however, I can tell you that I will never forget how she cared about me indevidually, she wanted to teach me more about Christ and His love for me, and how she let each and every student know she loved what she did. There is not really anything that I can put my finger on from that short time in her classroom (probably only a day or so) but every time I think about how long the school day is, or how much I wish I were some place else, I remember her. Because of one lady, I am teaching today. She impacted me and I am impacting 20 lost students. Who will you impact today. We've all heard this more times that we can count but it's so true: Someone is watching you today, are you helping them to grow closer to Christ or pulling them away?

Let Christ be seen through us all as we begin a new week in service for His glory and not our own.

Never a dull moment...

2006-01-26T17:49:00.000-08:00

There is one boy in the classroom that we have had trouble with when it comes to lying (and I’ve only been here four days). During small group activities, that particular boy came to me and said, “Miss Jaspers, so-and-so just jabbed himself in the head with his pencil and it is sticking straight out of his head.” Well, me, being the untrained, unbelieving person that I am told him, “You worry about you and let so-and-so worry about so-and-so.” Who would have ever thought that when he said, “so-and-so jabbed his pencil into his forehead” that he really meant that it happened!!! Not me, that’s for sure. A few seconds later I looked over and saw the boy that had “jabbed his pencil into his head” talking with my supervising teacher. She sent him to the office, so I went to talk to her about it. Come to find out, he had stabbed himself in the head with a pencil, but not deep enough to make it really “stick out of his head.” There were also several “lead marks” on his head, like he had tried several times before he actually broke through the skin. So, the next time some one comes up to you and says, “He jabbed a pencil in his head and it’s sticking straight out.” Remember that there was some one else in this world crazy enough to do it too.

Another day, another lesson...

2006-01-26T17:36:00.000-08:00

Throughout life we learn many lessons. The most valuable lesson often come to us in the most unique ways.

While I am continueing to enjoy student teaching, I can't help but continue seeing the lost souls. How can I truly impact these young lives if we are not leading them to the ultimate truth. The truth of God's love and forgiveness of them. These young people have such an emptiness that needs to be filled. While I can, in some ways fill this emptiness for some of these students, they will never feel real love unless they come to Christ. How can I tell them of Christ and yet abide by the standard of the public school? When you hear two 2nd graders arguing about whether or not there is a God, what can I say to them? Is my love really touching them in a way that will lead them to search for God as they grow? Although I would say what most of the kids need is a bath and some real love and disapline, I can't help but see their hearts - empty and looking for something to fill them? What will fill them? While my "teaching" put an educational hunger as well as a spiritual hunger into their young lives?

So I'm now student teaching...

2006-01-25T20:28:00.000-08:00

Ok, so student teaching is great, but much more heart breaking than I ever thought possible. I don't have much time to write now, because it's like 10:30 at night and I have to be at school at 7:30 in the morning. I will however post my journal (something I have to do while student teaching) here tomorrow sometime. That is, I'll post it if any one is even reading this:o)

Until then...

Getting started...

2006-01-21T16:47:00.000-08:00

Ok, so I don't really know about this. Maybe no one will even read this, but I thought I would try what is one of the latest "things" for college students.

Although I have been just doing nothing for the last month, that will very shortly be changing. For those of you that don't know, I am done with my classes here at MBBC (YEAH!!!!) Not that I don't like MBBC, but I'm super glad to be moving on in my life. I begin student teaching on Monday at a local elementary school. It's Lincoln Elem. Right down the street from my house. I'll be there for nine weeks working with a great teacher (Mrs. Theter) and some really cool 2nd graders. Yes, I do already know them because of some feild work I had to do there last semester. After finishing there I will be going to Juno, a little town 12 miles north of Wttn. Where the next nine weeks will be divided between K-4 and K. I'm super excited, but a little nervous. I'm sure I will learn a lot and get some wonderful hands on training.

Well, I close for now since I have a friend waiting for me down stairs (what a rude friend I am!!)