Journalling

ok... random story time:

Before I left for South Africa the first year Nate and Amy Jones gave me a BEAUTIFUL journal that  decided not to start until I got to South Africa... I did and filled it up in only a couple months...I just found that journal and started looking through it...I think that thing has become one of my most treasured possessions.  So many things happening in my life all at once and I have it all in such a beautiful book...thanks Nate and Amy!!!!

In other news...I GOT A NEW CAR!!! YAY!!!  I'm so excited, I really love it!

Nobody liked the punch...

So, one of my students comes in every day and tells me all about the "parties" she had the night before.  

This little girl is just so sweet.  She is 7, but because of a learning disability, she looks and acts more like 5, maybe 4.  I am sorry to admit that I am not always the most patient person when it comes to children who don't act their age...but with this one, it's different...she's just too sweet.

Anyway...I've gotten to the point where now, I just ask her about her parties because I'm so interested to find out.  The very first time I asked her about her party (without her telling me about it first) was a couple weeks ago...

me:  So, Hanna, how was your party last night?

Hanna: (with no hesitation) it was alright, but no one liked the punch.

me: uh-oh...what did you drink then?

Hanna: we just could drink water and eat scrambled eggs and peppermints

hahah...I loved it!  

Since then, she has told me so many things about the drama involved in these parties...

Last night 3 of the littlest girls at the party laughed very hard and peed their pants, so they had to go home and the party ended early.

I think I love it so much because I just imagine her in her little bedroom sitting with all her dolls and stuffed animals having a party...every night.  She looks forward to that time all day.

This child's imagination is amazing...I would love to spend sometime in her mind to see what she sees...I bet it's beautiful!

What my brain looks like.

I'm sorry...I don't talk to you enough.

I miss you so much.

I'm so excited to see you!

I feel like I love you more than you love you.

Don't let this fall...we've done so well.

I want to spend more time with you.

Is it worth all the work?

Why have you gotten so weird?

You hurt me so much.

I mean seriously, would an e-mail here and there kill you.

I'm so excited to run up and hug you.

I wish you knew how much I pray for you.

I feel like I give and give...I work, not you.

Thank you for loving me.

Why must you always be in control.

I'm not convinced.

You helped me so much.

Am I of any importance to you?

Don't let them change you...you're stronger than that.

I wish you would stop lying to yourself and everyone else.

I can't trust you.

Thank you for helping me to see all the good in life.

If you can't find contentment in EVERY situation...you won't find TRUE contentment in ANY situation

I miss you.

I can't talk to you.

Just pretend I never existed...you never met me.

I can't wait to tell you secrets and talk ab

out everything.

Don't let this ruin your outlook on life...the world.

20 years of being hurt.

I wonder if anyone knows what I'm talking about.

I've just got a lot of stuff going on.

As I let my mind go on and on...I remember that you are great.  I find contentment in you and I trust you.  I find joy because you are here...you are with me.  I am blessed and I am thankful...how could I ask for more than this?