You shall be safely lead

What would I do without Jesus

When the days with their shadows grow dim

When storm billows roll sweep over my soul

What would I do without him:

 

Keep on believing, Jesus is near

Keep on believing there is nothing to fear

Keep on believing this is the way

Faith in the night as well as the day

 

He knows the untried way

He sees each step ahead

and by his guiding hand

you shall be safely lead

 

~Ethel Bell

 

 

Quiet me, Lord

The Lord your God is living among you. He is a mighty savior. He will take delight in you with gladness. With His love, He will calm all your fears ~ Zephaniah 3:17

This is amazing! I rummage through some “rubbish” stored away in my old bedroom at my mum’s, and I stumble upon this: a hand-copied poem on a random envelope, which begins, ‘Shelter me, Lord’. (Excuse the untidy handwriting!)

Quiet Me

The title of the poem is ‘Quiet Me, Lord’, and it comes from a daily devotional book for youth, ‘The One Year Alive Devotions for Students’ by Rick Christian, a devotional which I used to read a few years back. It seems that the poem had caught my eye, as I had scribbled it down – probably so as not to forget it – all that time ago.

I googled the first lines of the poem, and straight-away found the page online. I can’t seem to copy and paste the poem, however I will paste an image of it here, and retype it too as the writing may be quite small to read otherwise. You can click on the image to zoom.

Quiet Me Lord

Quiet me, Lord,
From the crash-boom-bam noise of life
That overpowers my ears like the slamming of car doors,
The blare of stereos,
The honk of traffic,
The scream of revenge.

Slow me, Lord
From the hit-and-run pace of life
That overwhelms my peace like the breathlessness of time,
The blur of yesterday,
The rush of today,
The press of tomorrow.

Relax me, Lord,
From the knot-in-the-gut tension of life,
That stews my insides like the strain of broken friendship,
The grind of ambition,
The ulcer of bad habits,
The gnaw of hormones.

Shelter me, Lord,
From the haymaker-to-the-head blows of life
That assault my strength like the slap of old memories,
The sting of sharp words,
The clash of competing motives,
The dig of gossip.

Quiet me with your love, Lord,
Slow me with your patience,
Relax me with your peace,
Shelter me with your Spirit.
But most of all, Lord,
Overwhelm
Me
With
You.

And guess what the date of the devotional is?

August 20th! Today’s date.

It’s pretty amazing that God, knowing I no longer read that devotional, permit me to reread today’s encouraging prayer anyway! Espeically now, during this fuzzy period of job-seeking and uncertainty, where I don’t know what the next day will bring. My future is still rather fuzzy, and I’m a little afraid to take what may be my only available transportation: a leap of faith?

TiringThursdays.com

Today is Thursday. Which means, it’s been a LONG DAY. Cue: lengthy blog post.

Starting work at 9am and finishing at 6:30 may not seem incredibly incredibly long or abnormal. But for me, it’s my most tiring day teaching. From teaching 3 year olds to 9 year olds – it’s not a particularly easy day. OVER 120 children I *teach* today. No lie!

Luckily (ha) I admit I have TEACHERS sit in on some of my lessons (in the school) for discipline issues – yup, so that the children will be more well-behaved. And I can tell you, these kids are WAY more calm with their proper teachers around. C’est impressionnant, la difference!!!

Teaching, is a skill. But I used to think, you either have it, or you don’t. And me, I told myself, well I just didn’t have it.

Like a crazy person, I decided to go for the ride anyway. But I can see now, that it is a skill. And my, am I impressed by everyone who goes and teaches! And like I said before, who teaches well. This year I’ve learnt and grown I imagine, yet if I was to continue the teaching adventure, well, I’d still have a lot of up-hill trekking to do.

However, I’m afraid my year as an English Language teacher for kids is nearly at its end. Very nearly. In just a few weeks, I will possibly be jobless… (Penniless too?? Let’s not go there…)

This is where the real adventure continues though… the adventure called LIFE.

This is my story! I’ve just got to write it well.

And I am incredibly thankful for this past year, that I have had this opportunity, a beautiful carefully hand-crafted part of God’s plan for me, and that I’ve stuck it out til the end. Advice to first year teachers – don’t give up! I’ve heard it before, and I’ll say it here now: the first year is the hardest! (I can’t really say as I can’t compare years, but I feel like it’s true!)

I’m gonna take a lot of memories away with me, mostly the happy ones, but also those most trying times.

Something as simple as a lil three/four year old inviting me over to his house (“Maitresse, tu peux venir chez moi!”), and of another sayin that I’m the most beautiful teacher in the school (ha),  and then the many love-filled hugs and bisous, beats all those hopeless feeling moments when you feel like the whole class is against you – little beings being little beings – disobeying, throwing things, running around, or trying to escape – and basically turning your classroom into a zoo.

But these kids, well obviously,  they’ve taught me a lot. And I’ve learnt to love them – and will miss them too.

WELL. Sentimental post just about over!

‘ll just leave you with this sentimental poem by William Martin; and be off with me….(job-hunting and cold Sweet’n’Sour chicken awaits…)

Make the Ordinary Come Alive

Do not ask your children
to strive for extraordinary lives.
Such striving may seem admirable,
but it is a way of foolishness.
Help them instead to find the wonder
and the marvel of an ordinary life.
Show them the joy of tasting
tomatoes, apples, and pears.
Show them how to cry
when pets and people die.
Show them the infinite pleasure
in the touch of a hand.
And make the ordinary come alive for them.
The extraordinary will take care of itself.

By William Martin

Feeling Fuzzy

Why does leaving a job feel like losing a part of yourself?

Dwelling on leaving PROBABLY isn’t the best way to end a day…

And leaving a job definitely feels more scary when you don’t know what’s happening next.

Future looking fuzzy…

Dear Lord…

Show me.

Guide me.

Lead me.

Open the door…

To where You want me.

Your plans,

Your love,

Your grace,

And all that I, do not yet see.

Help me to trust in…

What You see, just not yet me.

“Men Are Like Buses”

Went to London to meet up with a friend, and ended up meeting other friends of hers, as you do. And what bright old topic do we end up chatting about? RELATIONSHIPS. Non-existant in my book. Anyhow, I thought of this funny poem, “(…) men”, (more specifically about men and how I sometimes feel about them…), by the funny Wendy Cope. Thankfully from the few lines I remembered my mother knew where to look and I rediscovered the whole poem! So, I’ve copied the poem here (minus one word I choose not to use – the poem makes sense anyway!) Enjoy, if you will…

Wendy Cope – 1945

MEN

(….) men are like (…) buses –

You wait for about a year

And as soon as one approaches your stop

Two or three others appear.

You look at them flashing their indicators,

Offering you a ride.

You’re trying to read the destinations,

You haven’t much time to decide.

If you made a mistake, there is no turning back.

Jump off, and you’ll stand there and gaze

While the cars and the taxis and lorries go by

And the minutes, the hours, the days.

Drill a Man

Tonight I’m choosing to post the poem, ‘When God Wants To Drill A Man’. These are some powerful words that Joni Eareckson Tada chose to include in one of her writings. Joni is a Christian author, who I’ve liked since a young age. Her story is inspiring, and if you get the chance to read her story, you’ll see how her faith is even more so. The poem itself is anonymous. If you too are a believer in Jesus and feel like you’re going through a testing time, or need encouragement right now, I hope the poem helps! Know that God is in control and has a plan, even when we don’t know what we’re doing and we’re not sure what we’re about.

When God wants to drill a man, and thrill a man and skill a man,
When God wants to mold a man to play the noblest part,
When He yearns with all His heart to create so great and bold a man
That all the world should be amazed,
Watch His methods, watch His ways:
How He ruthlessly perfects whom He royally elects;
How He hammers him and hurts him,
And with mighty blows converts him into shapes and forms of clay
Which only God can understand,
While man’s tortured heart is crying and he lifts beseeching hands;
Yet God bends but never breaks when man’s good He undertakes;
How He uses whom He chooses,
And with mighty power infuses him,
With every act induces him to try His splendor out,
God knows what He’s about.

“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose”

Romans 8:28