I have a confession: I get a little nostalgic thinking about the Charlotte Hornets. The Hornets were MY team. They were my parent's team. They were every Charlottean's team.
We remember Hugo the Hornet and holding our breath as Super Hugo attempted his flying flip dunks. We remember Grandmama and the incredibly quick Mugsy Bogues. We proudly displayed our teal and purple. We loved the Charlotte Coliseum, electric with energy as all of the BEE-lievers cheered on the Bugs.
Rumor is that the Hornets are coming back to the QC. We've been waiting! So, come home Hugo!
** Another confession: I used to collect basketball cards. ; ) A little strange for a 10 year-old girl....
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Saturday, May 18, 2013
Saturday, March 09, 2013
Longing and old furniture
I don't understand it. What is the ache, the longing I feel when I see old furniture?
This past week I found myself winding through the furniture department of the Salvation Army. My finger trailed along the arms of various chairs. Old dresser drawers were pulled open and inspected. Tables and chairs were transported into the dining room in my imagination.
Then, unexpectedly, my heart began to ache. I found myself longing for family and for home: husband and children around a big old farm table, house cozy and welcoming, a garden colorful with fresh fruits and vegetables. I ached for history and connectedness to the past: family traditions passed down, the smell of grandmother's old furniture, stories of ancestors from distant lands. Then I longed for old things to be made new: old dressers painted in fresh colors, discarded picture frames rescued and re-purposed, Victorian silver platters polished and proudly displayed.
Perhaps this ache is for something yet to come.
In Christ- We have a family and a home, and one day we will all feast with our King. We have a glorious history connected to all the faithful saints who have gone before us. And we have the promise of everything old being remade and renewed.
This past week I found myself winding through the furniture department of the Salvation Army. My finger trailed along the arms of various chairs. Old dresser drawers were pulled open and inspected. Tables and chairs were transported into the dining room in my imagination.
Then, unexpectedly, my heart began to ache. I found myself longing for family and for home: husband and children around a big old farm table, house cozy and welcoming, a garden colorful with fresh fruits and vegetables. I ached for history and connectedness to the past: family traditions passed down, the smell of grandmother's old furniture, stories of ancestors from distant lands. Then I longed for old things to be made new: old dressers painted in fresh colors, discarded picture frames rescued and re-purposed, Victorian silver platters polished and proudly displayed.
Perhaps this ache is for something yet to come.
In Christ- We have a family and a home, and one day we will all feast with our King. We have a glorious history connected to all the faithful saints who have gone before us. And we have the promise of everything old being remade and renewed.
7 Let us rejoice and exult
and give him the glory,
for the marriage of the Lamb has come,
and his Bride has made herself ready;
8 it was granted her to clothe herself
with fine linen, bright and pure”—
for the fine linen is the righteous deeds of the saints.9 And the angel said to me, “Write this: Blessed are those who are invited to the marriage supper of the Lamb.” And he said to me, “These are the true words of God.” Rev. 19:7-10
Friday, September 09, 2011
Quote from Grandmom
My Grandmom Wertz wins the award for best quote of the week! She was sharing about her recent early morning trek to Winchester for an appointment and said the following: I left the house at 6:30 this morning while it was still blacker than the ace of spades outside. Nice, Grandmom!
Monday, February 28, 2011
Thank you, Miss Clark!
We all remember their names. They are the teachers that made such an impact on our lives that we can never forget them.
For me, it was 4th grade, Miss Clark. It was a bumpy beginning. I didn't like her at first because she sent notes home to my parents saying I was misbehaving. How can a little girl not laugh when the boy beside her is pretending that his glue stick is lip gloss? No one can keep silent under such circumstances!
But once all of that unpleasantness was behind us, I discovered how amazing my teacher was. She introduced us to Tchaikovsky and Beethoven. She let us paint like Van Gogh. She created a class recipe book from our recipes. She had us be the parent for a day, which meant we had to wake mom up in the morning, make her breakfast, pack lunches, do laundry, clean, and cook dinner.
But more than all of the fun things she taught us, I remember that she loved us. Every week she gave out "Special People" awards to anyone who had done all their homework and not gotten their name on the board. I liked that. I liked feeling special. I liked the way she put stickers and smileys and told me she was proud of me. I still have all my awards.
Miss Clark is the reason that I am a teacher. One day while sitting in class, I noticed my own name on the special people list. It had been there consistently for several weeks. I felt encouraged. It was then that I told my nine-year-old self, "When I grow up I want to be a teacher so that I can make people feel special too."
Now, I am grown up....sort of....and this year I will complete 8 years of teaching.
Thank you, Miss Clark. You made a difference in my life!
Today I was sharing with someone about Miss Clark. My eyes got a little teary. Telling the story made me realize that what I do everyday IS important. I have this fear that somehow I will waste my life. That I will get to the end and find out that I have not spent it well. But today, as I remembered Miss Clark and as I thought about my students, I was reminded that it is never a waste to spend yourself on behalf of others.
For me, it was 4th grade, Miss Clark. It was a bumpy beginning. I didn't like her at first because she sent notes home to my parents saying I was misbehaving. How can a little girl not laugh when the boy beside her is pretending that his glue stick is lip gloss? No one can keep silent under such circumstances!
But once all of that unpleasantness was behind us, I discovered how amazing my teacher was. She introduced us to Tchaikovsky and Beethoven. She let us paint like Van Gogh. She created a class recipe book from our recipes. She had us be the parent for a day, which meant we had to wake mom up in the morning, make her breakfast, pack lunches, do laundry, clean, and cook dinner.
But more than all of the fun things she taught us, I remember that she loved us. Every week she gave out "Special People" awards to anyone who had done all their homework and not gotten their name on the board. I liked that. I liked feeling special. I liked the way she put stickers and smileys and told me she was proud of me. I still have all my awards.
Miss Clark is the reason that I am a teacher. One day while sitting in class, I noticed my own name on the special people list. It had been there consistently for several weeks. I felt encouraged. It was then that I told my nine-year-old self, "When I grow up I want to be a teacher so that I can make people feel special too."
Now, I am grown up....sort of....and this year I will complete 8 years of teaching.
Thank you, Miss Clark. You made a difference in my life!
Today I was sharing with someone about Miss Clark. My eyes got a little teary. Telling the story made me realize that what I do everyday IS important. I have this fear that somehow I will waste my life. That I will get to the end and find out that I have not spent it well. But today, as I remembered Miss Clark and as I thought about my students, I was reminded that it is never a waste to spend yourself on behalf of others.
Saturday, January 01, 2011
Celebrating 2010
I am so thankful for God's kindness and favor in 2010. Here are some things that I am thankful for in no particular order...
Weddings and time with friends you have known forever!
Sharing the Gospel in Peruvian schools.
Running the Race, keeping our eyes fixed on Jesus,the author and perfecter of our faith.
Books that bring life and health
Students that make me laugh, daily!
Celebrating 30 years of life with friends in NYC.
Seeing God's work in the hearts ofOur students at SLCA who raised over 15,000$ to
send to Double Harvest ministries in Haiti to bring relief after the earthquake.
My sweet niece and nephew!
Charlotte: my home!
Mia the dog: She is a great running buddy.There is no time...
I have often been intrigued by the words we heard from a wise island man.
My friends and I were in a rush to arrive to a tiny island called Little Cay located off the Atlantic coast of Honduras. We were all very excited and felt a bit like movie stars as we talked of “our own private island,” which was probably no larger than a football field.
The ferry was not been running that day due to weather concerns, and Andrew was not one to wait around, especially because we had only rented the island for a couple of days. He went in search of a private boat that would take us from la Ceiba on the mainland to Utila, an island town just about 8 miles off the coast. From there, the owner of Little Cay would come to transport us to our island.
After an hour of searching, Andrew found a Cuban gentlemen, obviously worn by years at sea, to take us across. At first Andrew’s great idea seemed like a fun adventure. But after we left the security of the bay, the waves tossed our little ship all over and at times threatened to fill the entire boat with sea water. Our adventure had ceased to be fun and began to be frightening. Our captain did not seemed phased by the wind or the waves. The six of us, however, were hunched down in the boat, trying to keep the salt water out of our eyes, wondering if we would ever see blue sky again.
We finally made it to Utila, a set of washed up, weary travelers. We draped our clothes all over the dock, hoping they would dry in the sun that had finally reappeared. Two cell phones and one camera were rendered useless after encountering too much salt water.
Then, after an hour or two of waiting, mostly impatiently, on the dock. We saw our host coming to meet us in a boat. We were very eager to finally arrive to Little Cay. Our host seemed to notice our hurry. He greeted us, helped us load our things onto his long boat, and took us to the island.
At some point during our twenty minute excursion, he uttered the words that often come back to me in moments of hurry or impatience. Those moments when the future can’t get here soon enough. The moments when I rush from thing to thing, not even aware of myself or those around me.
“There is no time, only life,” he said.
That is how the island felt once we finally arrived. No time. No watches. No hurry. Just us friends, sharing life and food and conversation. Sometimes sitting together, other times walking around the island alone. We snorkeled. We laid in the sun. We tried to open coconuts. We buried our toes in the sand. We watched the hermit crabs that invaded the island each night. We saw the tall palm trees bent by the sea wind. We saw sunsets and sunrises. We enjoyed. We lived.
There is no time, only life.
My friends and I were in a rush to arrive to a tiny island called Little Cay located off the Atlantic coast of Honduras. We were all very excited and felt a bit like movie stars as we talked of “our own private island,” which was probably no larger than a football field.
The ferry was not been running that day due to weather concerns, and Andrew was not one to wait around, especially because we had only rented the island for a couple of days. He went in search of a private boat that would take us from la Ceiba on the mainland to Utila, an island town just about 8 miles off the coast. From there, the owner of Little Cay would come to transport us to our island.
After an hour of searching, Andrew found a Cuban gentlemen, obviously worn by years at sea, to take us across. At first Andrew’s great idea seemed like a fun adventure. But after we left the security of the bay, the waves tossed our little ship all over and at times threatened to fill the entire boat with sea water. Our adventure had ceased to be fun and began to be frightening. Our captain did not seemed phased by the wind or the waves. The six of us, however, were hunched down in the boat, trying to keep the salt water out of our eyes, wondering if we would ever see blue sky again.
We finally made it to Utila, a set of washed up, weary travelers. We draped our clothes all over the dock, hoping they would dry in the sun that had finally reappeared. Two cell phones and one camera were rendered useless after encountering too much salt water.
Then, after an hour or two of waiting, mostly impatiently, on the dock. We saw our host coming to meet us in a boat. We were very eager to finally arrive to Little Cay. Our host seemed to notice our hurry. He greeted us, helped us load our things onto his long boat, and took us to the island.
At some point during our twenty minute excursion, he uttered the words that often come back to me in moments of hurry or impatience. Those moments when the future can’t get here soon enough. The moments when I rush from thing to thing, not even aware of myself or those around me.
“There is no time, only life,” he said.
That is how the island felt once we finally arrived. No time. No watches. No hurry. Just us friends, sharing life and food and conversation. Sometimes sitting together, other times walking around the island alone. We snorkeled. We laid in the sun. We tried to open coconuts. We buried our toes in the sand. We watched the hermit crabs that invaded the island each night. We saw the tall palm trees bent by the sea wind. We saw sunsets and sunrises. We enjoyed. We lived.
There is no time, only life.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
they say you never forget....
A friend of mine recently gave me a bike, and today was its first time out since changing owners. I was a little hesitant at first....... maybe even a little scared. Images of a run in with a prickly bush rushed back to me from childhood. As I navigated the trails near the barn the wind in my face, along with the scent of spring time, the cricket chirps, and the dogs running at my side soon made it all worth it. The bike and I will have another date as soon as possible!
Thursday, January 17, 2008
snow day
It snowed less than half an inch last night so school was canceled today. Ahhh....I love snow days!
picture from www.charlotte.com
picture from www.charlotte.com
Monday, March 26, 2007
library nostalgia
I went to the library today. I walked by the books. I saw the books. I smelled the books. And I remembered: I love books. I love to read. That is all.
Friday, November 03, 2006
softball memories
YAY! I got to play softball tonight. I know it doesn't really sound that exciting, but it has been so long since I last played.... It was a little cold at first, but once you started throwing the ball and moving around, the weather was perfect. It feels so good just to be doing something sporty and active.
It definitely brought back a lot of college memories! We used to organize an intramural team for the Lee Symphonic Band....go LSB Ladies. I can't say that we were amazing, but we had a lot of fun. Eric Eledge, the official intramural organizer and writer of the "Intramural Insider" even gave us an honorable mention....One line of fame was all we had. Ahhh....memories...some of my favorites:
1. Randy Cantrell's chant: "Who plays the best positions? Musicians?
2. Katie Bredamus yelling "3 up, 3 down"
3. Hunting for players at the last minute so we would have enough
4. Choosing softball over studying for very important Dr. Bowdle tests
5. Getting made fun of in during band accidentalism (initiation) for being a little overexcited about softball.
5. Jamie Nichols, Jen Miles, Jen Small, Katie Bredamus, Nikki Gorman, Jessica Porter, and others.
So, here's to softball and college memories!
It definitely brought back a lot of college memories! We used to organize an intramural team for the Lee Symphonic Band....go LSB Ladies. I can't say that we were amazing, but we had a lot of fun. Eric Eledge, the official intramural organizer and writer of the "Intramural Insider" even gave us an honorable mention....One line of fame was all we had. Ahhh....memories...some of my favorites:
1. Randy Cantrell's chant: "Who plays the best positions? Musicians?
2. Katie Bredamus yelling "3 up, 3 down"
3. Hunting for players at the last minute so we would have enough
4. Choosing softball over studying for very important Dr. Bowdle tests
5. Getting made fun of in during band accidentalism (initiation) for being a little overexcited about softball.
5. Jamie Nichols, Jen Miles, Jen Small, Katie Bredamus, Nikki Gorman, Jessica Porter, and others.
So, here's to softball and college memories!
Friday, October 13, 2006
airplane
Bethany Dillon
Airplane
Airplane
in an airplane i take the window seat
a thousand feet and all i know shrinks in minutes and when the sky is gray i want to believe that when the sun is hiding it still exists
in an airplane are kings and common men
at the window side my side their view is now the same
some relax and rest their eyes
some sit on the edge
as we all break through the clouds into the light of day
mountain tops peak through
this is where i see you
i've never seen a clearer blue
this is where i see you
leave behind your busy life all you have is who you are s
pace like this is hard to find so breathe it in
someone will say, "where are you headed?"
and it might be the first time you ever thought about it
mountain tops peak through this is where i see you
i've never seen a clearer blue this is where i see you
a baby's talking two rows behind me
the sun just set for the second time today
you seem to use the smallest things around me t
o get me to this place
mountain tops peak through
this is where i see you
i've never seen a clearer blue
this is where i see you
a thousand feet and all i know shrinks in minutes and when the sky is gray i want to believe that when the sun is hiding it still exists
in an airplane are kings and common men
at the window side my side their view is now the same
some relax and rest their eyes
some sit on the edge
as we all break through the clouds into the light of day
mountain tops peak through
this is where i see you
i've never seen a clearer blue
this is where i see you
leave behind your busy life all you have is who you are s
pace like this is hard to find so breathe it in
someone will say, "where are you headed?"
and it might be the first time you ever thought about it
mountain tops peak through this is where i see you
i've never seen a clearer blue this is where i see you
a baby's talking two rows behind me
the sun just set for the second time today
you seem to use the smallest things around me t
o get me to this place
mountain tops peak through
this is where i see you
i've never seen a clearer blue
this is where i see you
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
a happy little sound
My microwave has the friendliest little bell. I say bell and not beep because it is a really cheap microwave with a turn timer. I just heated up a cup of coffee to drink with a really yummy cookie. When it was finished, the microwave just sang out: "DING! Come and get it! Warm, Yummy, Goodness for you to Drink." What a happy little sound!
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
bang, crash, kazam
I went to Lowe's Motor Speedway last night! Not only did I meet "Lugnut", but I got to see lots of little, teeny, but really loud, cars go round and round and round and round and....There were a few crashes, one tire flying through the air, a girl driver with a sweet car with PINK numbers, some little 12 year olds with more driving guts than I have, and lots of old guys with beer bellies.
It was fun though =) It brought back of memories of "back in the day" when my mom was into racing. She would successfully commandeer the television almost every Sunday, to the protests of my sister and I, and later we would all find ourselves taking an involuntary Sunday nap to the sound of something like buzzing bees flying in circles. Then we would wake up in time to see the checkered flag - hopefully with Awesome Bill from Dawsonville in the front of the pack.
Some other fun NASCAR memories:
** Funnel cakes
** My super cool NASCAR t-shirt that I wore forever or atleast until I was old enough to realize its uncoolness
** Getting sunscreen in my eyes
** Falling asleep actually AT the Coca-Cola 600
** My mommy =)
zoom zoom zoom...
It was fun though =) It brought back of memories of "back in the day" when my mom was into racing. She would successfully commandeer the television almost every Sunday, to the protests of my sister and I, and later we would all find ourselves taking an involuntary Sunday nap to the sound of something like buzzing bees flying in circles. Then we would wake up in time to see the checkered flag - hopefully with Awesome Bill from Dawsonville in the front of the pack.
Some other fun NASCAR memories:
** Funnel cakes
** My super cool NASCAR t-shirt that I wore forever or atleast until I was old enough to realize its uncoolness
** Getting sunscreen in my eyes
** Falling asleep actually AT the Coca-Cola 600
** My mommy =)
zoom zoom zoom...
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Got Milk?
Got Milk? Aaron Burr
Ok, I am taking this online class, and someone in the class brought up this old GOT MILK? commercial...Enjoy! And don't forget the MILK!
Ok, I am taking this online class, and someone in the class brought up this old GOT MILK? commercial...Enjoy! And don't forget the MILK!
Monday, April 24, 2006
my virginia
sometimes i forget how much i love virginia....but then i go there and i am reminded. it is beautiful! it is still early spring, so the green is just beginning to appear. there are so many memories as i drive by places i have been before: berryville, round hill, purcellville, leesburg. and then there is west virginia...charles town and harpers ferry...which has such dear friends and memories.....my church family.....memories of all that God has done in my heart. i was such a child when i was here...i still am...but i can see the work of God....what an amazing Father...so faithful and kind. He has healed my heart and made me whole. WOW...it is a mystery....
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