To the Ends of the Earth

I have contemplated writing this post for a few weeks now. At first, I felt like I shouldn't because the last thing I want to do is offend anyone. But, with our college & career pastor's message yesterday on evangelism in which he pulled from the Great Commission passage, I felt God tug at my heart and tell me to write it. Sometimes, friends, it's good to be offended. Healthy, even. Hopefully if a message offends you, it also gives you an opportunity to check yourself and ask yourself why exactly you are offended. Is it because the person's message is vulgar or rude? Or could it be that perhaps your own beliefs have somehow been warped in some way. Believe me when I say that I have been offended on numerous occasions. Sometimes it is because the other party has no filter and/or is simply rude and their end goal is actually to offend. But more often than not, it is because the opinions/message/actions of the other person struck a cord with me and caused me to reassess my own thoughts, opinions, or actions. That's my goal here. Bear with me.

Besides loving the Lord and loving others, what would you say was Christ's most important commandment? You may disagree but I believe it can be found in Matthew 28:19. "Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit" (emphasis mine). This is The Great Commission. I discovered recently that there are "Christians" who are actually against foreign missions. This is mind boggling to me. How can you read that verse above, claim to be a Christ follower, and then turn around and say you are against foreign missions? The very life of that verse is tied to what we would consider foreign missions. The disciples themselves & the apostle Paul were foreign missionaries. I studied a bit last night to remind myself of the places Paul traveled to: Antioch, Syria, Macedonia, Thessalonica, Athens, Corinth, Ephesus, Rome. If it were not for the foreign ministry of Paul, especially the ministry to the Gentiles, I would not be here today. I would not be writing this to you. What if the disciples had stayed put, only preaching in their hometown? What would have happened? So I ask again, how can a Christian be against the very thing that became the catalyst for them to even be saved?

I've heard the argument: there is so much to do here. That is true. There is a lot to be done in America. People are lost in America. You are absolutely right. But then, if that is in fact your position on the matter, I must ask, what are you doing here? What are you doing to change the lives of others or show Christ's love to others? What does your missionary journey look like here in America, in your state, city, or on your very street? If you are working feverishly to further the Kingdom in your current locale, then keep on keeping on.

Personally, I find it difficult to understand how a Christian can be against Kingdom work ANYWHERE. If people are being saved, if the angels themselves are rejoicing over the lost souls coming to Christ, then how can we be any different? Are we that self-minded here in America that we are against our brothers and sisters bringing the Gospel to "all nations?" Now, let me be clear. I do not think that God calls each individual to cross the "great pond" to another country (I certainly do not have that calling). Clearly He has given us each our varying mission fields: for some it's their own homes or families, for some their work place, for others it's their neighborhood or town; but for many others it's Africa or Mexico or Russia or China or somewhere else overseas. And if we don't support that, if we say we're against foreign missions, then let me be frank: we are against Christ. Plain and simple. There is no watered-down version to make that pill easier to swallow. Again I say, if you are against mission work simply because it's not in your own country, you are against Christ and His work period. Being against foreign missions is being against lives being saved and brought into the Kingdom. Being against foreign missions is, in effect, saying that God doesn't call Americans overseas...and who are we to say what He calls anyone to, as long as it's biblical? This whole mindset simply does not coincide with biblical faith or with a loving God who sent His Son to die for ALL.

Again, my goal is not to offend for the sake of offending. It is not to say, "I'm right, you're wrong." It is simply to get you to think about your opinions and beliefs in a different light. In His light. In the Light of the One that saved you and saved me from the very brink of death, the One that paid the price for our sins, the sins of you, me, and all the other lost souls around the world. Just...think about it.

I leave you with this:
"But you shall receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you; and you shall be witnesses to Me in Jersualem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth" (emphasis mine). Acts 1:8
You might not be traveling to the ends of the earth, but we all should be praying for and supporting those that do.

Image retrieved from: http://www.aloconline.com/outreach/

What I Know Now...

The saying goes, "Ignorance is bliss."

Sometimes, I think that's really the truth.

In our quest to live healthier lives, my husband and I have also periodically watched documentaries on Netflix. I think I've mentioned before that I have become a documentary junkie. I've watched them about the state of maternal care in America & bullying, hubby has watched them about military, and we've both watched several "foodie" documentaries. The first one we watched last year sparked my interest in turning completely vegan, which I found to be nearly impossible. I'm a cheese girl...and vegan cheese is so NOT even close to the same thing. So, I've settled on vegetarian (okay, flexitarian, you caught me). I don't have any meat in the house and the only time I do eat it is really is at my mother-in-law's, and usually just chicken and fish. I've slipped a lot this summer but I've jumped back on my wagon full of veggies and I'm sailin' along.

Anyway, the latest documentary we watched was called "Farmageddon." Oh. My. Gosh. It has me wanting to support local farmers like never before but also has us ready to start our own garden. The section we're using is ready to go. We just need the seeds now...and we want organic. I'm researching for the best and most economical place to buy organic seeds from. We also watched another documentary (not sure of the title) that took a hard hitting look at our current food system. What a disgrace! People, get informed about the food you buy! If people went back to the basics of good, fresh food like they ate a century ago, we wouldn't need health reform in this nation because that would be the reform. We have all this food at our fingertips and yet, people are still starving and are still undernourished. We eat more but have less nutrition. Half of things we buy in the store are empty, wasted, good for nothing calories.

It's a bit scary to think about. Now that we are informed, it's a matter of what do we do next? The garden is definitely at the top of the list. But we really want to move into purely organic food. And there's a price to pay for that. In retrospect though, it's cheaper than a heart attack or cancer. We've talked about moving toward almost full sustainability where we learn to make...everything. Our own pastas, breads, peanut butter, almond milk, etc. If we buy the basics but make our own...perhaps that will save us money in the long run. It may be more work but at least we would have the peace of mind knowing what's really going into our foods. It's something we're talking about. Any homesteading folks out there have any tips for some newbies?

Last night we also started watching the docu, "Tapped" about the bottled water industry. Um, pretty much never buying another plastic bottle of water...ever. Our society is so blind. So were we for some time. We're informed now though. And while our ignorance may have been bliss for a while...we're glad to know what we know now. We can start the journey to making changes that will further benefit our health but even the health of the environment.

(Images obtained from google images)

Fishing & Fireflies: Summers on New Center

When you're a child, you tend to take a lot for granted. You don't necessarily see the intrinsic value of certain circumstances or situations or simple things for that matter. Frankly, some adults never grow out of that stage. But, now that I'm a grown woman and a wife with a child of my own, I recognize the invaluable moments that shaped my life. Many of those moments were made on my grandfather's property in northern Alabama. That plot of land on New Center Road holds more memories for me than I can even dare to count. Growing up, I didn't realize how significant that place was to me. As I get older and the times that I am now able to make it up there, I see just how important that place has been and always will be to me.

Not many children can say they spent their summers on acres of rolling hills with a pond to fish in, woods to hike and imagine through, and more family than perhaps one would want at times. Summers there now look quite different than they did 10 or 15 years ago when Great-Grandma was still living and the croquet game was still set up in the open field. My grandfather had taken the blades off of an old lawnmower that I used to drive around (redneck golf cart style). I'd drive around the pond or down the driveway to Great-Grandma's or across the field to Great Uncle Horace's. I can remember fondly vividly the time I ran over my own foot with the darn thing. Don't ask me how.

At least one week out of our usually 2 or occasionally 3 week stay was spent with Katie and Jenny, girls from Illinois that were just like family. Traditions were big and of utmost importance to us. The week with the girls was perhaps one of my favorite parts of summers on New Center. We always went putt-putt golf and then went to the 50's McDonald's for Coke floats until they stopped serving them one year. On the way to just about anywhere, we would tell the most off the wall and corny jokes you can think of. "What did the toaster say to the ocean? Where's the butter!?" Dumb? Yes. Did we laugh? Hysterically! We played countless games of croquet and spent hours on the dock by the pond or doing gymnastics and making whirlpools in the pool. I won't delve into the hilarious entertainment I provided each summer but lets just say Grandmother Preach rests in peace. We'd head outside every evening and run around catching the fireflies. Inevitably, whether there for 4th of July or not, we'd have a "wiener roast" over a bonfire by the pond underneath the pine trees that have since been cut down. S'mores and hot dogs and lots of laughter were always on the menu. 

I spent a lot of time this past week thinking back and reminiscing about the "good ol' days." It's an absolute blessing that my son gets to experience some of the same joy that I did, albeit a bit differently. My grandmother still cooks a mean pot of chicken-n-dumplins and my Grandpa is still one of the greatest men I know and I enjoy watching my husband just sit and talk with him. For the first time in years, I went out in the boat with Grandpa. He and I used to go fishing every year. It had been too long. God answered a somewhat selfish prayer of mine after his motor went out and we thought we wouldn't get to go. It ended up being a simple fix and a mere fraction of what they thought it might cost so Wednesday we were out on the river. I can't explain how refreshing it felt to have the wind against my face as he gunned it toward the selected brush pile. I didn't catch anything of course, but that's beside the point. Just being there with my husband and Grandpa was enough for me. I caught a few in the pond to make up for it. 

Though there wasn't a croquet game to be played or a modified lawn mower to ride or a bonfire to gather around, it was a nice trip. Gabe was introduced to fishing for the first time and we even spent a few minutes one evening trying to catch fireflies.

It's the true south up there. It's sad that living in Florida, you actually do have to travel north to get to the south. The talk is slower, the tea is sweeter, front porches are bigger, and it's like home to me. I am a southern girl at heart. Born and raised in the city...but my heart I swear comes from the south. I love it up there. And no matter what future summers may hold, my summers on New Center will always have their own special section of my heart.

The ol' dock...I love this property!

The old tractor and camper next to the old tool shed.

The men going fishing.

On the Road Again...

It's that time of year again.

We'll be heading up to Alabama in a few days. We haven't taken this trip in a year. Gabe is a whole year older which I'm hoping will make for a fairly carefree car ride. I have his activity bags packed and ready to go. I searched a bit online & got a few ideas from FB friends before I just decided to wing it. I headed to the Dollar Tree for some cheapies. Of course I also perused the dollar section at Target and since I was there for some groceries, also picked up his Color Wonder markers for the Jake and the Neverland Pirates Color Wonder pad I bought from Walmart last week. 

I really didn't spend too much which was the goal - - - get as much as I can for as little as I can. We also have the portable DVD player from hubby's parents so I'm sure that will prove entertaining as well. We have to be really strategic about the way we pack this time around. All 3 of us (hubby, Gabe, & me) ride with my mom and she is having a 31 Gifts party hosted by my Grandma so she has to be able to take a lot of her inventory to show. But, I also have Gabe's clothes packed, each day's outfit in a ziploc bag which makes it super organized and easy to find whatever I'm looking for. 

Below are pictures of his activity bags. My mom got him a cute duffel with his name on it so we're using that for his entertainment bag. I'd like to say there is some strategy behind how I packed each bag - but there really isn't. I just threw different items in the bags and hopefully because it is all new, it will provide more fun. I didn't let him come with me to the store when I was buying the stuff because I want him to be surprised by it all when we're on the road. 

Here's his Thirty-One duffel bag - super cute!

I could call this his Crayola bag and pretend I purposely put those items in there but that would be a lie - it just happened that way. It includes his Jake Color Wonder book and the markers and a new little book.

This bag includes a small wooden puzzle with Jake on it and a memory matching game. 

Here's his bag of wild animals and cars (those go together right?) and after this picture I also put some little containers of play dough in this bag.

This is just a bag of some lego style blocks and some number flash cards.

This is the whole lot together...I'm taking the baking sheet as well as his magnetic letters from the fridge so he can play with that. Baking sheet may also serve as a flat surface for his puzzle too. 

I'm really hoping these work to keep him happy. I know we'll stop every few hours to get out and let him run around. Now I'm just back and forth about where to put his car seat. We've always had him in the middle because I know that's the safest place but everyone will be more comfortable if he is on one side and we could get some window clings to let him play with on the window. I see kids on the side all the time and if you have two kids in car seats, they have to be. It just makes me nervous. I know my mom tends to like to drive in the right lane so perhaps I'll put him on the right side. We'll see. Hubby usually sits in the back so I guess I'll leave it up to him. 

I'm more excited to be there this year since he is older and seemingly more manageable. He'll have a ton of space to run and play and I'm not as uptight about everything like I used to be. I think overall it will be a great trip and he'll have loads of fun!

Growing Gabe

My husband and I had a conversation a while back about still considering ourselves "new parents." It sounds odd to call yourself a new parent when your child is going on three. But, when it is your first child and your only, every stage is new. Every challenge requires new thought to maneuver through and every joy is insurmountably exciting. So, teaching a 2.5 year old new things is a different ball game for us. Now that I'm off for the summer, I've actually had time to really research different activities and actually do some with him.

I know that he really needs to start learning his letters. Through the use of flash cards and his magnetic letters on the fridge, he has come to recognize some letters but I want him to know his entire alphabet and be able to associate the letters with certain things with which he is familiar. I'd seen letter of the week crafts on Pinterest and decided to go with a set from the blog No Time for Flashcards. You can find all her letter of the week curriculum HERE. I'm not doing it all. I decided to pick and choose one craft that he would be most likely to associate with that letter because he's familiar with it. She has 2 or 3 crafts for each letter from which to choose. I also wasn't going to print out all her pages so I copied and pasted each photo of the finished craft into Word and then typed next to it what materials I would need and then made an ultimate list from that. 

My super sensitive self started to come out on Monday when at first he didn't seem at all interested. Like, I seriously almost started to cry. I know - I have issues. Why a two year old's disinterest would have so much power over me is beyond my comprehension. Anyway, he ended up getting really into it. We did "A is for Alligator" since he is very familiar with alligators. It was super simple and he had fun coloring and gluing. Then he was so excited about the finished product that we had to go outside and show daddy. I'm only doing one letter a week and while we will continue to address the other letters during that week, we focus a bit more on that week's letter in a number of ways. He can also pick out the letter 'A' from his hodgepodge of magnetic letters on the fridge. I'll admit - I'm one proud mama that he can do that! 

Here are a few pictures of our exciting "A is for Alligator" craft! I will continue to post as we complete more crafts and keep you updated on how he is doing learning his letters! 

Here are the supplies we needed (not the pipe cleaners or pom poms but there were googly eyes in that package that were vital to this operation). I bought toddler scissors and really do plan on letting him learn with those but I shoved my big adult hands in there and used them myself...more difficult than you might think.

Coloring the A! He was really excited about this!

The A is all finished!

Had to sneak a little shot in there...he's definitely giving me the "Mom, you're scaring me" look.

We glued the A onto blue paper after I cut it out.

I cut out triangles from the foam paper and he helped glue each one of those on too.

Proud artist holding the finished product! (No, he is not wearing pants - we are also mid-potty training here).

Oh, that face! I love my little man!

Call Me a Nerd

I am fully and completely aware that it's only been little more than a week since I've been out of school. 

But for the first time in...the history of EVER...I am fully motivated to accomplish things for next school year. I used to call those crazy teachers who worked like mad in the summer to prepare for the following year "teacher nerds." Well, folks, I think it's time to admit that I may have turned in to one. 

I want to be super organized next year. For the last few years I've had a large orange binder with several dividers that I used for lesson plans, parent contact sheets, behavior documentation, student IEP's & 504's, and any other miscellaneous information I deemed important. Did I keep it up like I planned? The answer would be NO. Plus, I have a million other things I have to keep up with now so things had to change. 

So I am revamping the way I do things. I went out and purchased 6 white 1" binders from Walmart. I wanted some really cute binder covers so I went on a search. I'm really liking this new trendy Chevron pattern that seems to be on just about everything but I didn't want to pay for pre-made covers...especially since I wanted to be able to choose what I label each binder. 

I ended up coming across an exciting freebie from Teachers Pay Teachers - my favorite place to browse teacher stuff  (behind Pinterest of course). You can download her covers for free HERE. It is a powerpoint document with 6 different colored covers, fully editable. So I went to work. Since I don't have color ink in my printer and don't feel like paying $30+ for some right now, I took my flash drive up to Staples and printed my covers from there for about $6. Not bad for this bargain searching teacher. 

Again, with the off chance that I seem like a huge nerd, here are pictures of my new binder covers:

Here's the whole group of them just so you can see how pretty they are...lol!

My binder for Guided Reading documentation, plans, notes, etc. as well as notes on Writing Workshop conferences and information for each student. 

Finally, a specific binder for subs. It will include schedules, seating charts, lesson plans, copies, etc. 

A binder for keeping anything and everything data related: FCAT scores, FAIR data, progress graphs, etc. 

My binder for all of the Common Core standards for Reading and Writing as well as any important/helpful resources I can use. 

Parent Contact information will finally get its own binder. All the info, documentation for contact (phone calls, emails, conferences, etc.) and notes re: certain parental issues will be stored here. 

And of course, a binder for my lesson plans. Going to keep the year's curriculum plan plus monthly, weekly, and daily plans in this binder and also start attaching lesson reflection sheets so I know what worked well and what didn't. 

So, there you have it. The super-organized, slightly nerdy Mrs. Elliott. Now, the real task will be keeping this up. I'll just keep chanting the Little Engine That Could's mantra: "I think I can. I think I can."

There's No Excuse

That's the conclusion we've come to: There. Is. No. Excuse.

No excuse for what you ask?

For a lot of things really. Seriously, I could sit here and name a plethora of situations for which there is no excuse. But, I know you're busy. So I'll try to keep it short. Ha!

In light of the recent people we've met and been able to bless with a meal or other things, as well as the "Not a Fan" study we've gone through with our small group, my Hubby and I have come to the realization that honestly, there is no excuse for the poverty, the hunger, and the homelessness so prevalent in our nation today. Period.

If the global church- no, scratch that - if just the church in America would be as concerned about outside people as they are about the color of the carpet or the volume of the music or the fact someone is sitting in their pew, then poverty would diminish, hunger would cease to exist, and homelessness would be eradicated. 

I'm thankful to be a small part of a church showing that they care MORE for people than anything else. While the floors in our sanctuary and bathrooms are finished, the floor in the foyer (the first floor you walk on when you come in) remains concrete. You can see the stains of the paint and drywall mud - but you know what? I actually love the fact that it remains unfinished. To me, it is symbolic of us. We carry stains around with us and we are always a work in progress but God can use us in mighty ways, just as He is using Fuel Community Church in mighty ways. What you see on the outside is not always a reflection of who we are on the inside. It's true of that unfinished concrete floor and it's absolutely true of us. 

If the Church could just get it right. If it we could just focus on what's important - knowing God, loving people, and being a unified body of believers - then everything else would fall into place. People, we could change the world - just like the disciples when they first started the church. They knew what was truly important...and they changed the world. 

So what excuse are you using? I can tell you we were full of them for some time. But God has done a work in our hearts and we're not using the same lame excuses anymore. God doesn't want excuses. He wants commitment. He wants willingness. He wants world changers. 

An excerpt from "Not a Fan" and part of my inspiration behind this post.