Clumsy me...

I forgot--I also wanted to post these lyrics and the link to the song. It's by a girl I knew in high school, though not very well. I have found it particularly inspiring as of late, and I thought it worth sharing. I've loved this song since it first appeared on Amanda's Myspace. I made a transcript of the lyrics, cuz the ones on the myspace page are incomplete.


When You Rise
by Amanda DuFord

Can I tell you you're amazing, as you stand through suffering
Clinging to the Father when all other hope is gone
Can I see you lift your head up, raise your hands, surrender all
Your remedies forgotten, self-inflicted lies no more

An heir to the Kingdom
In victory you stand
Loved by your Maker

Do you know, how much you're worth?
Do you know, the lives you will touch?
When you fall, it's okay to cry
But when you rise,
He's mighty at your side


Do you know you hold the power, of the One who raised the dead?
When strongholds keep you binded, He'll destroy them all instead
Do you realize He knows you, and He makes no mistakes
The future He holds for you, He already knows your days

An heir to the Kingdom
In victory you stand
And loved by your Maker

And do you know, how much you're worth?
Do you know, the lives you will touch?
And when you fall, it's okay to cry
But when you rise,
He's mighty at your side

And there is joy for the hopeless,
Grace for the fallen,
And peace for the fearful,
And a love that overwhelms

There is joy for the hopeless,
Grace for the fallen,
And peace for the fearful,
And a love that overwhelms

And do you know, how much you're worth?
Do you know, the lives you will touch?
And when you fall, it's okay to cry
But when you rise,
He's mighty at your side

Do you know?
Ohhh, when you rise
And when you fall
It's okay to cry
But when you rise He's mighty at your side

(Harmonizing)
Do you know/An heir to the kingdom
In victory you stand/Do you know
Loved by your Maker
Loved by your Maker/When you rise
When you rise
When you rise

Hmmm.

A new post is easier than editing. I don't know how I posted the previous one, but somehow it happened. Pretty sure I just pressed enter--a little confused at the moment. Anyway.

Today:
School happened. Finishing touches on my lesson plan for tomorrow, met with my supervisor, was involved in what felt like all kinds of chaos. I feel so sorry for new kids. They need constant attention and explanation of what the rest of the kids have been figuring out and told for the last two weeks. We're already flying through work at warp speed, and they don't understand what's going on. But I also feel sorry for the teachers, cuz suddenly--2 weeks into the quarter--everything just got more complicated and people are confused, whereas the day before things were flowing much more smoothly. GAH!

Alternate jobs: hopefully I'll be writing about the hundreds of jobs I could and would like to be doing that may or may not relate to my degree. But all in good time. Don't automatically assume I won't be a teacher, but don't automatically assume I will be. I've been frustrated lately by people saying, "What!?!?!?! You might not be a teacher?!?!?!?" Please bear in mind that I NEVER wanted to be a teacher to begin with. I chose a major in high school because I had to choose a major (and at that point I chose English teacher, not elem. ed). It's just what you do when you're a middle class high schooler. But all I've really ever wanted to do is get married, have children, and be a stay-at-home mama, cuz a) I really want to and b) I think that's the best thing I can do for my kids. I wish my mom wouldn't have had to work. I liked her pre-working days better. But that's another REALLY LONG story. Just don't judge me too much, okay?

Today:
After school, I dropped off books at the library, walked over to Wray's to check out some produce, skipped on down to Inklings to browse for a certain series and came away with a used copy of My Father's Dragon (for $1.50!), ran back to the library for a movie, drove over to Safeway for Pain Francais, and came home.

At home, I tried an absolutely delectable treat: a hunk of French bread with a French truffle in the middle, heated in the microwave for 10 seconds:)! It was soooo delicious, and I got the idea from Molly Wizenberg's book A Homemade Life: Stories from My Kitchen Table. She writes the blog Orangette, in case you're wondering:).

Much more has happened since, but I must get ready for bed. I'm teaching a lesson first thing in the morning, and I need a good rest before that!

Fare well and luvs,
~jee

Hi.

As it says above: Hi. When I envisioned myself blogging tonight, I somehow pictured a much earlier blog. I'd also pictured myself getting a few more things done tonight. But I didn't, and I haven't, and it's okay.