Sunday, September 21, 2014

The Lasts Begin

This weekend was the Kandern Pottery Market (Töpfermarkt). This is a weekend I've looked forward to every year because you get to see some really cool pottery and it's just a nice time to hang out with your friends while looking at beautiful art.

Yesterday Rachel, Amy, Christine & I went and had a great time walking around and hanging out.


However, today after church, I decided to go back and take it in one last time by myself. I was a little sad only because I knew this was the first of many lasts that I will begin to experience in the next three months. I made sure to capture pictures of favorite pottery booths, of things I could never afford, and stared longingly at a mug that was just too expensive in the long run.

As I left, I ran into a few seniors who were also experiencing the loss of the pottery market. One stated that he wished he could buy something from every stall to remember it by. I felt his pain.

The lasts are only just beginning. I still don't know what to really make of this.

Friday, September 19, 2014

The Process of Transition

Transition is a word that all of us living over here are quite familiar hearing. There's the transition of moving to a new country, adapting to a new culture, and making friends. There's the transition of saying goodbye to those who leave at the end of the year - students and friends - and then adjusting to life here without them. And then there's the transition you start to feel when you, yourself, are on your way out.

Yes, that's me.

I am asked a lot how I'm doing. It's a loaded question. Because there are so many answers, I really don't know how to respond to it. I'm trying to soak everything in - last Budenfest, last Pottery Festival, getting to a certain part of France or Switzerland one more time, checking easyjet to see if there are cheap flights to a European country that I want to get to before I go.

I'm trying not to let myself get too caught up in the "lasts" just yet. That will come when in a few weeks when we head to Herbstmesse with the kids and it's my "last" bumper car ride, my "last" ferris wheel ride seeing Basel, not to mention my "last" Herbstmesse.

I am doing my best to be intentional with my friends here and with those who are dear to my heart. I know I stay pretty busy but I want to leave well and in doing so, I need this time with people who have poured into my life these last 2 years.

Of course I can't help but get excited for going back. I'm excited to live in Orlando, excited to see what life looks like with John not only in the same time zone and continent, but in the same city!

However, I've done this before and I know how painful the re-entry process can be and I know there are going to be plenty of times where I'll suddenly think about this sweet little town and begin to miss it all over again.

Transition, you are a necessary evil sometimes.

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Wisdom from Clive Staples

From Mere Christianity and something that I must remind myself of on a daily basis, if not hourly:

“Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on; you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make any sense. What on earth is He up to? The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of - throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were being made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself.”

There's been a lot of change going on in my life lately. Some I am enjoying, some not so much. But reminding myself that this change is ultimately for His good and never something I could've done on my own brings me a lot of comfort.

Besides, who wouldn't want a mansion instead of a shack?

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Back to School

Christine and I were all ready for the first day of school today...


As is every year at BFA, teachers were to be ready to go at 8:45 in front of the auditorium. But first,we had to take a selfie with Dayla


"Where are the seniors?" I asked after we were lined up.
"They're waiting outside," said Kristi.
So I got out of line and briskly walked to where I saw them all lined up with their flags taking pictures with each other. I immediately ran to some of my senior girls and got a few pictures before I had to get back in line




And then the opening ceremonies began and soon we teachers were filing in. I expected to cry when I saw the seniors walk down the aisles with their flags, but I was so excited or them that I couldn't help but clap and cheer as they took the stage and placed their flag on display.

The normal charges were given - Director's charge, Principal's charge, and the Student Body President charge. This year's was a little different with Brenton, the President, ending his speech by challenging us all to branch out and then finishing off with the ALS ice bucket challenge.

The ceremony ended and the students filed out to say goodbye to their parents and younger siblings who would be leaving for their homes. It's one of two emotional goodbyes at BFA, the other being after grad when the students say goodbye to each other.

We had the usual announcements, I talked about auditions for the musical at the extra-curricular meeting(and then had 65 kids sign up! Oy!), and then the kids rotated through their classes. Currently I have 38 in Choir and 8 in Acting. Tomorrow we'll get to go through the syllabus and have actual instructional time. Note to BFA peeps: if you hear a lot of laughing and yelling from the Auditorium at 3rd period, it's just my Acting kiddos ;)

All in all, it was a perfect first day back.


Saturday, August 30, 2014

Scenes from a Walk

A few pics I took last week while walking the path from Kandern to Hammerstein...






Friday, August 29, 2014

Pigeons Again


If you've followed my blog long enough, you know that God often uses pigeons to remind me of how he takes care of us. I don't know why he uses pigeons and not a prettier bird. I'd much rather write about flamingos or ibis birds but no, he's decided to use pigeons.

Yesterday, I was walking to school and passed by these pigeons in the little creek that runs through Kandern. I didn't have much time to observe them, but earlier that morning I had been worrying about little things here and there. In fact, they were so little that I can't even remember what I was worrying about anymore. But then I came across these pigeons and it was then that my Father reminded me how they know exactly where to go to get food and water.

Pigeons. Nasty, dirty, rats of the sky pigeons. And God takes care of them. So obviously, he's going to take care of me, one of his chosen and his beloved.

Seriously, though, couldn't he use a prettier bird?

Friday, August 22, 2014

Back Across the Pond

The other day I walked out of my bedroom dressed and ready for the All Staff Conference.

"You know it's 59 degrees outside," said my roommate Christine, observing the white sundress I'd worn all summer in Florida.

"Oh. So I guess I'll be changing." I turned around and went back into my bedroom, beginning to wonder if I should go ahead and get out my box of winter clothes.

Welcome back to Germany. Summer is slowly fading into Fall and even though the days can get a little warm (and by warm I mean maybe 75ish), I'm pretty sure the sweaters and the leggings and the boots are about to make an appearance.

Being back has been a little bittersweet to be honest. I miss John and although we do a good job of texting and FaceTime and phone calls, there's nothing like being with your significant other in person.

But school starts in less than 2 weeks now so very soon I'll have plenty to occupy my mind.

So lots of changes taking place and lots more to come. But I thought I'd update and fill you in on life so far back in Deutschland....