Discombobulated Thoughts
Hello!
First of all, I apologize for the lack of posting in 2017 so far. Every time I
would start to write, something would interrupt or my thoughts would jumble. I
am also currently on my third round of antibiotics since New Year’s for what
was/is some sort of respiratory/sinus infection that just might have been walking
pneumonia. Please forgive me! J We are now on spring break and this the first
actual “pause” I have taken since December.
So… I thought
about writing about embracing the “messy” parts of life, like building cross-cultural
friendships, working with kids from hard places, or navigating tough decisions
about the future without having my mom close by.
I thought about copying my housemate Susie’s idea
on writing about the verse that states, “How beautiful are the feet of those
who share the good news.” Because, you see these feet?
They are almost always dusty, peeling, and mosquito
bitten, and a little bit sore. Beautiful is not the word I would use for them.
(And yes, I know that’s not what the Bible literally meant).
But
finally, as I walked home from school hand-in-hand with a couple of my girlies,
I decided I would show some pictures of things that have made me reflect on
what love has looked like the past couple months.
Love
is freshly picked flowers from my students.
Love is
half-birthday celebrations.
Love is notes from my mom.
Love is
friends taking you to get food when your lazy.
Love is a “Sign
if you love your teacher!” board.
Love is
fourth grade completing 100 acts of kindness.
Love is
chocolate from a stranger for loving on her kids when she can’t.
Love is
having personal hairstylists almost every day.
Love is “Have
you had enough water today, Miss Kacie?”
Love is
school supplies from pen-pals.
Love is a
picture drawn of my and student with the words, “This is me and my teacher. I
love her and I know she loves me.”
Love is
long talks and Hawaii 5-0 with housemates. (We need more pictures!)
Love is “Kacie!
Eske ou manje ak nou souple?” “Will you eat with us please?”
Love is
morning hugs.
Love is
students praying for me and each other.
Love is a “pixie
dust holder.”
Love is
handmade dresses from mom & grandma for the orphanage.
Love
is a happy face on my sidewalk “because you love everything cute.”
Love
is this:
