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I came upon this poem after a student drew me a picture of a bird and wrote the title at the bottom.  I think it’s beautiful.

Hope is the Thing With Feathers

“Hope” is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops—at all

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm

I’ve heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest Sea
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.

These are two really great documentaries chronicling the impact that technology and media has on our society.  The first is one about kids-a must see for every parent.  The second video is about adults.  Pretty interesting stuff.  (They’re kinda long, so view when you have time.)

My whole life I have struggled with doubt; I get so uncomfortable from it.  One of my greatest struggles is my ability to perform-or at least to perform at an acceptable level.  I doubt my abilities. It doesn’t logically make sense, since most of my life I have enjoyed a reasonable amount of success.  Why do I find myself with a lack of confidence in what I can do?  I think I am often insecure in who I am, and I find myself timid and hesitant when I should move forward with confidence.

I also struggle with doubting the truth written in the Bible.  Sometimes I feel so sure, and then other times, when I haven’t been a “good Christian”, I doubt my salvation or I doubt that God could still love me.  To be honest, sometimes I think what the Bible says about Jesus is too good to be true.  I mean, could it be possible that there is a God that anyone can know (John 3:16), who will forgive all my sins (Psalm 32:5), who can give me life (John 14:6 and 20:31), who says that nothing can separate me from his love (Romans 8:38-39), and who says He will always be with me (Hebrews 13:5 and Matthew 28:20)?  I don’t know why I doubt all this, because the Bible says He never lies (Numbers 23:19).

Last night I journaled these words to Jesus: “I want to ask where are you?…Can I see you tomorrow?  I want to know where you are.  You’ve got to be in more places than just the Bible.  I think you’re with Becky, but will you be with me too?”

This morning as I was checking my email, guess who was on?  Becky.  Over in South Africa.  These were the first words she messaged to me: “Rachael…nothing can seperate you from the LOVE of Christ.”

It literally made me cry.

I often feel like the man in the Bible in  Mark 9:24, who said, “I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief!

Why do I still doubt?

Lately I’ve been thinking about teenage girls. In the midst of reading some of my parenting books as well as conversations with my husband, the topics of male/female relationships have come up. Not only that, but every time I meet up with an old student, or see someone’s pictures on Facebook, I wonder how they’re really doing. To be blunt, I’m really thinking about girls and their self-confidence, sex, abstinence, and things along those lines.
Adolescence is a tumultuous time for most girls. It was confusing for me, and by God’s grace, I was able to come out of it pretty well.

I think about some of my old students…there is so much I would tell them if I had the chance, or opportunity, or the courage.  Things they need to know.  Things to protect them with.  They might not listen, but at least someone could give them the truth.

I dunno…things have just been on my mind.  If you’re reading this, and you know any good or thought provoking books aimed at or written about adolescent girls, let me know.  I’d even love to find some interesting articles.  You may hear more about this topic again.

Here’s a fun, nonsensical poem that I’ve always enjoyed.  It’s a great one for teaching kids about elements of poetry.


`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought —
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

“And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’
He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.