thanks to God and Grampa

Tomorrow I have an interview. My first ever interview for a teaching position. This is the real deal.

I am...
grateful for the opportunity.
highly qualified.
NERVOUS!
excited.
more nervous than excited.
afraid I'll forget everything I've ever learned and be speechless.
confident that if I get the job, it will be thanks to God. And my grampa.

So I'm going to go study interview questions...

dreams and things

Well, grampa is home again. Grandma is taking care of him as well as she can. He's doing a lot better than she is, though. She's kind of up and down. She's just not herself. I keep praying for her restoration.

So after seeing Inception (twice), I started a dream journal. For the past few years of my life, I feel like I haven't been remembering any of my dreams. So I decided to be intentional about it. The last two mornings I have successfully recorded whatever I remembered dreaming. Here is what I have so far:

7/29/10

-walk into a house,party, a guy from -edited for privacy haha- is there, alone, sketchy looking

kent,Kenny, playing game involving lowering your pants and sitting on the ground.

I realize my pants are falling off so I join in their game. Kent is so happy to see me—(he cries?)

I would just like to comment on this dream---it was not weird at all that we were playing the no pants game. it was really normal.

7/30/10

-teaching at a school

-had to take a wooden raft/boat to get to the gym

-one of my students said, “I could tell we were both different. I knew we would get along.”

*there was way way more to this dream, but these are specifics that I could recall.

Yesterday I saw a hitchhiker. Wearing a hippie-looking jacket. With long hair. In Wheaton, IL.

It was awesome.

pray

My grampa was able to go home on Sunday, but my grandma has barely been able to take care of him because of how severely depressed she is.

So I just woke up a few minutes ago and my mom called and said to pray because grampa was being taken to the hospital. All I know is that someone had to call 911 from my grandparents' house in Elgin, and my mom called me on her way to whatever hospital is around there.

Anyways, my point is, please join me in prayer!

God is good.

pray

Whoever reads this post, please pray for my grampa. It's day 4 after his splenectomy and he's not doing well. He's out of the ICU, but is feeling very sick and weak--he threw up, but the reason is not clear. My grandma is struggling with depression and anxiety attacks and has been staying at our house. Please pray for healing and strength.

intentions/happy friday

I created this blog intending to document my journey through student teaching. Oh well. It was a great experience and I miss my students.

One of my favorite things is the scent of frozen pizza cooking in the oven. It reminds me of all the Fridays of my childhood when we'd have frozen pizza and pop and sometimes watch a movie. Today, my mom is making it for my dad for lunch.

My Grandma is taking my Grampa to Mayo Clinic on Sunday because his oncologist doesn't know why his blood platelets aren't staying stable for more than 4 hours at a time. He's going to the hospital once a day to get his "dose" of platelets. My Grandma is clearly scared. My Grampa hates not being able to swim or ride his bike or do work around the house. The doctor told him not to do anything but sit. Sit, read, watch tv, sleep. It depresses him. So I'm continually praying for the both of them. And for my mom. I want to be there for her but for some reason I can't figure out HOW.

Do you know how sweet and tender my Grampa is? While he is fighting for his own life, he gets extremely sad when he hears that I'm not feeling well. THAT is my Grampa.