Day 304

When I was in 9th grade I landed the best algebra teacher a girl could hope for.  His name was Mr. Luelf.  Everyday we got to class and he would teach us a lesson straight from his teacher’s manual.  He couldn’t care less if the students talked among themselves during the whole thing… or in my case slept through the whole thing.  I slept through most of my high school classes and still managed to make straight A’s… go figure.  After the lesson was over he would give us a homework assignment and let us start working on it before class was dismissed.  If we were struggling with the assignment we had complete access to his answer book.  He left it open on his podium and we could look at it and copy down all of the correct answers, which we did…everyday.  I wasn’t one to cheat on homework, but if this guy was offering, I was going to take advantage.  We were allowed to have note cards for tests and quizzes and he never watched to see if we were sharing answers with the person next to us.  At the end of the year I had no idea had to do algebra, but I got my A and that good enough for me.

In 11th grade I started algebra 2 and realized that Mr. Luelf was NOT the best teacher a girl for hope for, but rather the worst teacher a girl could hope for.  He gave me my A but set me up to fail algebra 2.  Maybe he thought he was doing us all a favor being so lenient, but he was really only hurting us.

Thankfully, my algebra 2 teacher really was the best teacher a girl could hope for.  Ms. Butler.  A tiny marathon runner, EMT on the weekends, and huge Abba fan with a passion to help her students understand algebra.  She was not about to let us look in her answer book, but she was such a great teacher I never needed to.  I have never enjoyed math, but that year I did.  It was my favorite class because I got so much pleasure out of understanding how to work the problems.  When I got a good grade on a quiz or a test, I was pumped.  Not the case in Mr. Luelf’s class.  I didn’t care about my A because I didn’t earn it.

Teachers who can get you to understand are the best kind of teachers around.  In Nehemiah 8 after Nehemiah had finished the wall and the Israelites had settled into their towns they all gather together to listen to Ezra and some Levites take turns reading the book of the law, the first 5 books of the Bible.  But they didn’t just read it straight through, boring everyone to tears, instead they stopped and explained each passage, helping the people understand.

For the first time in their lives they understood the book of the law and couldn’t help but cry over what they had heard… they understood it, but weren’t sure if they would be able to keep it.  Nehemiah encourages them with one of the most well known verses in all of the bible,

Nehemiah 8:10 …don’t be dejected and sad, for the joy of the Lord is your strength.

He let them know that now that they understood the law, the Lord would be their strength and help them fulfill it.

Often times we go through things and we wish that God would just let us see his answer book.  We don’t want to wait around for understanding, we just want to get our A and move along, but God is not that kind of teacher.  He cares about you and wants to make sure you have the understanding you need to pass the test you are in and prepare you for the next one that you’ll take.  He gave us His word, which has answers in it, but if we really want to have understanding we have to invest some time and energy into studying it.

Nehemiah 8:12 So the people went away to eat and drink at a festive meal, to share gifts of food, and to celebrate with great joy because they had heard God’s words and understood them.

God wants you celebrating after you pass your test, not just because you passed, but because you heard His words and actually understood them.  I’m so thankful that I have the best life teacher a girl could ever hope for.

  1. God is a great teacher.
  2. Joy comes with understanding God’s word.
  3. The joy of the Lord is my strength!
  4. I’m learning more and more how to understand God’s word.
  5. Ms. Butler.  If only there were more teachers like her.
  6. Dancing Queen.  I will never be able to hear that song again without thinking of 11th grade algebra 2.  It was the soundtrack to test taking days in Ms. Butler’s class.
  7. School always came easy to me.
  8. I didn’t learn how to do Algebra in 9th grade but I learned a valuable lesson on how important understanding is.
  9. The kids always have to get their hugs and kisses in with Josh before he heads out the door for work.
  10. Mardel.  I love that store!
  11. Found some great workbooks for Gussy.
  12. Taco Bueno for lunch!
  13. Beau calls Taco Bueno “Taco Bean-o”
  14. Clean house!
  15. Ninja turtle coloring pages for Gus + Super Why for Beau = nap time for mom!
  16. Beautiful clouds this morning.
  17. Josh never complains about me asking him to pick up a few things from the grocery store on his way home from work.
  18. When all of the elements of dinner are ready at the same time.  That’s rare for me.
  19. Pasta bake, garlic bread, and green beans for dinner.  Tasty!
  20. Josh got a nice new Texas Rangers hat.  He’s so cute!
  21. My new recipe organizer.
  22. Walked by our soon to be nursery and it hit me… it won’t be long before there’s a little baby occupying it!
  23. Awesome little conversation with Beau about what kind of snacks she wants when we take her to see Monster’s Inc at the big show in a few weeks.
  24. Hot towel straight from the dryer after my shower.
  25. Every time I look at my phone I see one of my all time favorite pictures of Beau and every time I smile.
  26. My kids go right to bed every night even though the sun is still not even close to setting.
  27. In bed before 10!

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