Saturday, May 28, 2011

Yesterday *SIGH*

We crossed a milestone this week. The Trachts have officially completed elementary school! I have sooo many wonderful memories of my boys' elementary school years, and the teachers that blessed our lives - from the first day to the final day.

Today, the last shall be first.... Tyler had one remaining year in elementary school when we moved to Idaho. Steve enrolled him at Sunny Ridge Elementary last August. The secretaries were extremely nice to Tyler, and asked him if he'd like to choose his 5th grade teacher from the pictures in the hall. Tyler chose Mr. James Bright based on.... Who knows? 9 months later, we know full well.... It was a God-thing. Mr. Bright changed Tyler's life! Here's Ty (his preferred name now), Mr. Bright, and our parting gift of appreciation (an Ohio State bobble head for the Boise State fan):





Do you know the phenomena where women have unusually fond feelings for the doctor that delivered their babies? Weird, I know. But it is inexplicable true! I feel this way about Mr. Bright. Did I just admit that in public? No worries - he's a happily married man with children he adores! :)

Ty had a fantastic school year! Not only is Mr. Bright's classroom every child's dream, but he took special interest in Ty at the beginning of the year. He personally guided Ty to friends; friends with whom, I believe, he will walk side-by-side to high school graduation. Mr. Bright even made state testing fun, and that's a challenge these days! Ty is confident as he approaches 6th grade - his first year of middle school. What an incredible blessing!

I can not speak so fondly of The Trachts final day of elementary school without reminiscing about our first! Tanner's very first day of Kindergarten was the day we moved to Mount Vernon, Ohio. Ahhh, Mrs. Pat John, another saint in teacher's clothes. Steve and I accompanied Tanner to his first day - after sleeping on the floor of our new home the previous night, and eating McDonald's sitting "criss-cross-applesauce" (i.e., the PC term for Indian-style). Tanner was the epitome of a "deer in headlights," and I felt sick leaving my baby with complete strangers in a foreign land. Steve literally pulled me away from the school. It was mommy guilt to the nth degree. Nine years later, Mrs. John is a dear friend (who happens to be retiring this very year). She is like a rock star in Mount Vernon! Yes, we've been blessed every year by loving teachers who cared for our children in their own unique ways!

Ms. Jan Hawkins taught both boys in first grade. Tanner was sooo scared of her on the first day of first grade, yet Ms. Hawkins became one of his favorites. She even took us out for ice cream last summer before we left Ohio. I loved picking Tanner up from school that year, because Jan would often pull me aside and tell me something funny that Tanner had said in class. They have a similar sense of humor, and were consistently cracking one another up!

Ms. Hawkins (holding back tears)

Mrs. Marilyn Nagy, Mrs. Pam Ice, Mrs. Tiffany Firebaugh (Yes, the third grade teachers were Ice and Firebaugh. Pam retired, and now the third grade teachers are Firebaugh and Melton - ha!). Tyler had double casts on his feet for 6 weeks in 3rd grade. Tiffany was so compassionate and helpful! I'll never forget her comments at our parent-teacher conference: "Every morning the kids write in their journals, and I ask for volunteers to share.... Every morning Tyler raises his hand to share from his journal." Yep, that's my Ty! Love his enthusiasm for life.

Mrs. Nagy (tall and in pink), Mrs. John (back row in white), and Mrs. Ice (front row in blue)

Both of my boys connected especially well with their 4th grade teachers: Tanner with Mrs. Jewel Porter, and Tyler with Ms. Hollie Frackman. Jewel had high expectations, but a softness about her that allowed Tanner to relax, and really enjoy school. It was fun to see him so content. Hollie is one of those teachers that gives her life to the profession, and it shows. She hosts "Camp-Read-Alot," a sleepover in the school, every year. And, in Tyler's 4th grade year, she coordinated a "wax museum" of famous Ohioans. It was one of the best school events I've ever attended - and the kids were so proud of themselves. So fun!

Tanner and Mrs. Porter

Ms. Frackman and Tyler
Speaking of programs, East Elementary has exceptional events! From the Christmas program, and the traditional "Song of Peace" in Mount Vernon's historic Memorial Theater to creative summer reading kick-off assemblies and spring programs....Okay, I could just kick myself for not recording the "Song of Peace" while the boys were at East Elementary, but I found this video on You Tube - it is NOT their school but you get the idea.... :)



Oh, I am just feeling so nostalgic! Education is just an wonderful thing for children, and their families when teachers are committed, and enjoy their careers. It pains me to see them so frustrated by state legislation that affects the day-to-day activities in their classrooms (but that's another topic altogether). To all teachers who love their careers (most days), and especially to those who touched The Tracht Family, we think the world of you!! THANK YOU!

Monday, May 16, 2011

41 and Counting

Someone recently asked me, "Do you feel badly about being in your 40's?"

Without a doubt, I responded, "Absolutely not!"

I love 2 Corinthians 4:16 (NIV):

Therefore do not lose heart. Though outwardly we're wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day.

My 20's were challenging because I wanted to be and do so much more than I had available to me. During my 30's I began to catch a glimpse of and to grasp a hold of the purposes God planted within me. Now, in my 40's, I am finally living out some of those purposes.

My pastor asked this question today:

On what are you hanging your heart? People, places, and things disappoint, BUT JESUS....

 More and more each day I am finding BUT JESUS... and He's wonderfully freeing! This morning I so enjoyed singing:

At the top of my lungs I will sing, “Hallelujah!”

You’re the One who saved me, the One who gave me

This life I live forevermore, forevermore!

At the top of my lungs I will sing, “Hallelujah!”

I’m not ashamed. I’ll praise Your name,

Let the whole world know I love You, Lord. I love You, Lord!

Top of My Lungs - By Tony Wood, Jim Odom, Ryan Wingo

Monday, May 2, 2011

May 1, 2011

May 1, 2011 will be remembered as a day in history that evoked great emotion. It is one of those days in which we will remember where we were when we heard the news. Me? I was brushing my teeth. Steve called to me with these words: "UBL is dead." I put off going to bed, and starting watching the breaking news with Steve. Ironically, we watched while completing a large puzzle of the New York City's famous skyline.

My initial reaction was 98% interest with a smattering of shock. As I watched celebration break out in the streets, I felt discomfort. Did I feel a touch of relief? Yes. Did I ponder thoughts of justice? Yes. Did I wonder about UBL's place in eternity? Yes. Did I lose any sleep last night? No.

This morning I jumped on FB to take in the chatter, and I found myself disturbed. The responses were all over the board from friends whom I greatly respect. There was everything from, "Do you think I like to see wicked people die? says the Sovereign Lord. Of course not! I want them to turn from their wicked ways and live!" Ezekiel 18:23 (NLB)" to "Usama Bin Laden now in hell" to "USA, USA, USA!" As a human, I felt disturbed by my own pleasure in knowing a wicked man is now dead. As a Christian, I felt disturbed by the battle raging within me - questioning how Christ would respond were He a human living here and now on earth. 

We are human, but by the power of Christ in us, there is potential for so much more. It is in these moments, when our humanity is raw, that we have the opportunity to grow and to experience the transformation of Christ. So, what is justice by Godly standards? Does God love UBL any less than me? Is hell God's revenge? Does God take pleasure when wicked people die? Am I any less wicked?

I prayed to hear from God today; to hear from Him regarding a response that is pleasing to Him. Late this afternoon, I read this:

My face is shining upon you, beaming out Peace that transcends understanding. You are surrounded by a sea of problems, but you are face to Face with Me, your Peace. As long as your focus is on Me, you are safe. If you gaze too long at the myriad problems around you, you will sink under the weight of your burdens.... The closer you live to Me, the safer you are. Circumstances around you are undulating, and there are treacherous-looking waves in the distance.... I am always with you, helping you face today's waves (Young, 2004, January 15).
 Young, Sarah (2004). Jesus calling: Enjoying peace in his presence. Kindle Edition: Thomas Nelson.

There is so much on this earth that makes no sense - not the least of which is the battle between good and evil. My faith in God points me to seek Him more than trying to understand the craziness around me. So today, in the midst of conflicting human emotions, I choose to seek God's face, rather than celebrating death, propagating hatred, or enjoying human revenge. Eternity is God's, as is life/death, love, and justice.