My May Simple Woman's Daybook

Looking out my window...I see a gray sky, some light fog, teacher's cars parked in their numbered spaces and a few of the student's cars on the upper level.  This sight tells me that I still have a job and we are still in school....at least for another week and a half.

I am thinking..about all that needs to be accomplished in the next week and a half and feeling a bit overwhelmed.

I am thankful...that the end of the school year is near.

One of my favorite things...drinking a cup of coffee with Frank before I leave for school.  It is a time when we share what is going on in our day to come and just be still.

I am wearing...khaki pants, a cute new black shirt, some black sandals, and a tan and black necklace that Frank brought me back from Israel. 

I am creating...a door hanger for one of my neighbors.  I have one and she likes mine so I decided to surprise her with one of her own.

I am watching...my seniors that are not exempt taking their final.  They are all being very serious about the test that might mean the difference between pass and fail.

I am reading...Soul Keeping by John Ortberg.  Well to be honest, I actually just finished it yesterday but loved it.  I will be doing a review on it later this week, but here is a little taste. "The soul is NOT "a theological and abstract subject."  The soul is the coolest, eeriest, most mysterious, evocative, crucial, sacred, eternal, life-directing, fragile, indestructible, controversial, expensive dimension of your existence.  Jesus said it’s worth more than the world.  You'd be an idiot not to prize it above all else. Shouldn't you get pretty clear on exactly what it is?  Shouldn't you know what it runs on?  Wouldn't it be worth knowing how to care for it?  Two things are for sure. One is: you have a soul. The other is: if you don't look after this one you won’t be issued a replacement.  Bestselling author John Ortberg writes another classic that will help readers discover their soul and take their relationship with God to the next level.

I am listening to...the sounds of students going to classes, the scratching of pencils and the sound of erasures being made on tests,  the hum of the air-conditioner, and the sound of my fingers tapping lightly over the keyboard as I type. 
 

 

I am hoping...for sunshine on Saturday because my school system is hosting the Annual Cardboard Boat Race event to raise money.  I do not want to be standing in the rain and I want there to be a big crowd in attendance.

I am learning...to find peace/rest for my soul.

In the kitchen...my husband Frank takes charge.  He is a stay at home and I work outside of the house.  He plans, purchases, and prepares all our meals.  I am blessed.

In the schoolroom...About 4 more weeks and my little guy will finish 6th grade. It was the right decision to keep him home this year from his public school life skills class and cyber school him; he made strides working closely with me, as well as his teachers. He enjoyed it, but I know he missed a few of his friends. (for those who do not know, my youngest son has Down Syndrome)

In the garden...my knockout roses are looking amazing and I cannot wait for my daylillies to bloom.

Board Room

{from the Simple Woman's pinterest board, In Her Aloneness} 

I chose to borrow this since I had just finished reading Soul Keeping and this poster was heaven sent.  

photo credit given here

Post Script

{art journaling 101}

This sounds like something I might enjoy doing over the summer so I am going to check it out.

Shared Quote - 

My shared quote are the lyrics from the Horatio Spafford hymn, "It Is Well With My Soul"

Notice a little theme here?

1. When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
   When sorrows like sea billows roll;
   Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
   It is well, it is well with my soul.
   • Refrain:
     It is well with my soul,
     It is well, it is well with my soul.
2. Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
   Let this blest assurance control,
   That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
   And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
3. My sin—oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!—
   My sin, not in part but the whole,
   Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
   Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
4. For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
   If Jordan above me shall roll,
   No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
   Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.
5. But, Lord, ’tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
   The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
   Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
   Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul!
6. And Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,
   The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
   The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
   Even so, it is well with my soul.

Photo is from high atop the mountain at Camp Sumatonga in Gallant, AL.  The Camp is a Methodist camp and this is absolutely one of the most breathtaking views you will ever see.

A moment from my day...

Senior practice for their Honor's Program.

Closing Notes
This was a most pleasant way to begin my day!  Thank you for hosting this!