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Musketeers in October

My friends and I have been taking part in a photo challenge in which we try to take a fall-themed photo everyday. This past couple of years we’ve slowly separating physically, so we wanted a way to remain connected emotionally. I’ve been posting my photos to Instagram, but I thought since October is coming to a close, I’d share the photos here.


A teacher’s life.


A pile of leaves.


A batch of fall treats. Oh and Scout!


A field of pumpkins.


Fall treats.


Scout’s new favorite spot to curl up.


The beginning of fall colors.


Baking brownies with a friend after she had a rough day.


The backs of the uniforms at the volleyball game.


Leaf crunching has commenced. And the Chacos were still out.


More fall colors. Walks are a wonderful part of my day.


My walk up my “mountain” in honor of Berea’s Mountain Day.

The game in action. These girls played hard this season and came out with a winning season.


My ACT Prep class assembled a OCC box. They wrote Merry Christmas in all of their languages. It was a neat experience, and I’ll do it with my sophomores later this week.


Some friends and I got together to play Settlers of Catan. I’ve been trying hard this school year to balance work and fun.

I brought in my begonias since the weather is getting more chilly, and I don’t want them to die. Here’s to hoping I can keep the plants alive and that Scout doesn’t attack them.


Well that’s what I’ve been up to this October. It’s been full of work, fun, volleyball, Scout cuddles, and rest with God.







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I’ve been at Oneida for over a month now, so it would seem logical that I would have made a blog post by now. Alas, it hasn’t happened. Overall, I’m extremely grateful for the opportunity to be here and to serve Jesus.

I thank him who has given me strength, Christ Jesus our Lord, because he judged me faithful, appointing me to his service (1 Timothy 1:12)

I realize that my first year of teaching anywhere would be difficult, but being here is just a little bit better because I am surrounded by like-minded people and I’m able to freely share my faith. I also really enjoy the break after 3rd period for chapel, which definitely wouldn’t happen at a public school.

This is not to say that my time here has not been met with its own share of difficulties. I’ve had to adjust to a different pace of life, learn to live with less internet and cell coverage, find my niche in an established community, balance the demands of first-year teaching, try to say no to some opportunities, build a support system, learn two curriculum, develop tougher skin, and make time to simply rest. If you know me even a little bit, that last one is very difficult for me because I tend to run myself dry.

Through it all, God has provided. I have found ways to communicate with the outside world, learned to appreciate the good conversations and the loneliness, learned to keep the books for volleyball games, given up on creating everything from scratch, listened to student complaints without second-guessing my decision, and found a good walking path. I’m still learning every day and finding that the best advice about the classroom and adjusting to this life comes at the least expected moments.

It’s been a journey thus far, and I expect the journey will continue throughout this year and for however long God keeps me here in Oneida. If you’re looking for something to pray about, ask God to continually give me patience, tenacity, love, and his eyes as I teach these students about English and God.

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A Starry Story

A couple weeks ago I had a cool God-filled experience that I haven’t shared yet.  My roommate and I took a walk around campus (as we often do) and this time we decided to take it in silence and pray to God.  When we started I looked up and realized, to my disappointment, that there were no stars shining because of the clouds.  I distinctly remember saying to God,

“I thank you for the stars even though I can’t see them tonight.”  

The praying walk continued.  On the second half of our circle I looked up and saw one single tiny star shining.  I gasped and as I turned to show my roommate I saw one more.  There were two stars shining and I think those stars were a message from God that He could hear our prayers.


That story reminds me of a quote I heard in a movie this past week:

“God’s promises are like the stars; the darker the night, the brighter they are.”