In my mind today I am thinking about our local nonprofit, Matthew 25 : 40. This past Saturday night it was selected as nonprofit of the year. At the last board meeting, we were thrilled for the nomination. Of course, we were not expecting to win. The last decade M2540 and volunteers fought with blood, sweat, and tears to keep this little ministry going. Just recently we have been blessed by God for answering prayers for this nonprofit to thrive. All in God’s time. We all past and present board members, Executive directors, and volunteers, have kept to our motto :Serving the Least. Look at how God works through us mere humans. Today just like every fourth Thursday of the month, we gave groceries to 700 families. Last month we gave $7000 in utility bill assistance to local citizens. Keeping the electricity and water going for children and elderly and everyone in between. We have a thrift store. It’s better than the Dollar Tree, everything is free! The only overhead expenses are for our director and assistant. All donations of money or items donated are funneled back to the Least. The amazing leadership in our past and current directors, Missy Brubaker and Misty Hutchinson, have helped shape the heart of M2540. That heart has God vision. It doesn’t see an addicted person, a battered uneducated young single mom, or people who are undesirable. At M2540,we see Children of God. May this never change. The man power comes from various types of local Christians from Catholic churches to Assembly of God churches and all of those in between. We also thank the local factories and Kroger. DOT Foods is so very generous. I thank all of you for this honor. Let God receive the glory.
In my mind today I am thinking about March Madness. Oh, I absolutely love this time of year. My sweet husband and I were so ready for November but March is when it gets heated. Waiting to see if our favorite team made it into the big tournament is so stressful! Believe it or not, the Memphis Tigers was our first date. He asked me to come over and watch the game with him and his children. We watched and went to games throughout our marriage. From Coach Finch to Coach Hardaway and all those in between, I have so many wonderful memories.
This year it was so hard to watch without him but Ben and I watched almost every game or at least a part of them. They did not disappoint. As we watched this year, amazing memories washed over us. The Tigers are forever an underdog. That’s okay because the victories are so much sweeter. Being a True Blue Tiger fan is not for the fair weather fan, especially if you are faint of heart. Ken and I were true to our Tigers and my sweet husband is in the spiritual world pulling strings for them, I just feel it. He has to be because we were IN without being on the bubble before our conference tournament! Then, we WON the conference tournament! We are dancing with the big boys and it feels so good.
It’s going to be different from now on without my husband. I am trying to continue to look for the sun even on cloudy days. The team this year is a special group. Ken always kept the family up on the latest Tiger news. Watching them win the AAC tournament gave me so much joy and inspiration. Every win this year was a battle. Every loss was an affirmation for the critics to leave us out of the NCAA tournament. These players have so much heart and grit. Many have a father figure for the first time in their lives. Finally a positive person to guide them and want the absolute best for them, not just something from them. I was in tears watching them enjoy the spotlight. Then when Coach Penny Hardaway said, “It’s a God thing.” I cried. Then he looked into the camera and told Memphis, “I love you.“ The tears were flowing. Penny was one of the greatest to come out of Memphis and he was coached by Larry Finch. The wheel has turned and Penny is giving back to His city. He humbly and quietly leads this vivacious motley crew of survivors and is teaching them much more than they even know. He identifies with them. He was there once not long ago. Thank God for his leadership and heart for a city that has more bad said about it than good. I still believe in Memphis, the city, school and teams. Thank you Coach Hardaway and Congratulations Memphis Tigers!
Sarah Anderson Alley
Sal the Tiger Loving Gal
Quotes for the Day
Self praise is for losers.. Be a winner. Stand for something. Always have class, and be humble.
John Madden
Winners embrace hard work. They love the discipline of it, the trade-off they’re making to win. Losers, on the other hand, see it as a Punishment. And see that’s the difference. Lou Holtz
With few exceptions, it is always the underdog who wins through sheer willpower.
In my mind, I have been thinking about regrets. We all have them. I regret that I didn’t work hard in school. I regret that I wasted time on silly, meaningless activities instead of building my character. I regret wasting time and energy being negative because owning my problems seems too hard. Face it. We all fall short sometimes. How can we defeat the regrettable times in our lives?
There is time to turn it around as long as you have breath in your body. At Fifty-three years old I can’t go back to school and be the valedictorian, but I can educate myself by reading. So many people without degrees have been writers, musicians, and positive influences for mankind. Einstein hated school. God had a totally different plan for his life’s work that didn’t make him have to have a 30+ on the ACT. Be positive because God has a beautiful plan for your life, too. Believe it!
As any human, there has been wasting of time. We’ve wasted money and resources, too! Maybe this could have been used in a better way. Instead of beating myself up for it, I should move through it while owning my ignorance and do it differently next time. It’s only in failure that we truly learn. Different actions will give different results. Spend your time building up those around you. It is never a waste, but an investment.
Being negative. Have you ever been negative? Close-minded and full of anger, I have been there before and I never want to go there again. I wasted too much time and energy to be healthy. When I owned my part, I figured out that I was part of the problem. Jealousy and condemnation for past hurts made me see red if I even thought about these people. I finally was able to break free. How? First I asked God to forgive me and help me feel better. I was so tired of carrying this in my heart. God answered me. “Forgive them. Pray for them.”It was not immediate. It took time. Each time I thought of the person I would say a prayer for them. I would ask God to bless them at that moment. I was finding inner peace. The peace that only God can give. People hurt and disappoint us on our Earthly journey. It could be our children, spouse, or long time friend but the fact that if you can own the part of the problem, tell the person you love them, and pray for them shows spiritual and emotional growth. This is how to make it positive. It’s a win-win situation. You free your heart of hate and you become stronger than ever before to build up others, even those who love you the least. The people who carry hate in their hearts are people who have probably had the roughest road to travel on the human highway. One of the last little nuggets of faith my late husband and I shared was about this statement he read in one of his daily devotions:You only love Jesus as much as the person you like the least. Profound. I know so many people hurt. If you want to be free of it, trust God and pray for those who persecute you and free your heart from pain. Only God can heal your broken heart, but you have to open your heart to Him.
Sarah Anderson Alley
Sal the Heal your Heart Gal
Quotes for the Day
We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark;the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the Light.
Plato
Forgiveness does not change the past, but it does enlarge the future.
Paul Boose
It is not an easy journey , to get to a place where you forgive people, but it is a good powerful place , because it frees you.
Tyler Perry
The weak can never forgive. It is an attribute of the strong.
Gandhi
Scripture Colossians 3:12-15
Put on then, as God’s chosen ones, holy and beloved, heartfelt compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience, bearing with one another and forgiving one another, if one has a grievance against another; as the Lord has forgiven you, so must you also do. And over all these put on love, that is, the bond of perfection. And let the peace of Christ control your hearts, the peace into which you were also called in one body. And be thankful.
In my mind today, I am thinking about Valentine’s Day. This last one was so hard because it was the first one without my sweetheart. The morning of Valentine’s Day I had ALS issues. I had slept in because I had my days and nights mixed up which probably caused the ALS issues. I didn’t even realize that it was Valentine’s Day. When I was in my wheelchair and ready to roll, I went to the kitchen and there was a beautiful vase of beautiful, mixed flowers. They were just like the kind he bought me and from the same local shop. My son said, “I bet Ms. Sandy sent them.” She is one of my best and most thoughtful friends. Ben started opening the card. I couldn’t wait to see who sent them. I didn’t have a clue.
Before I tell you who sent them, let me share a MSH moment. Quit mumbling back row. This is where you understand what a cliffhanger is. The reason that you complain is because of the cliffhanger. Now back to my sweet husband’s memory. As a married couple, he never forgot any occasion, especially one to show me his love. I remember my first Valentine’s Day as a teacher, he sent me a dozen roses. I was gushing when I had to send a student to the office to get the flowers. This was the M. O. for about two decades. One economically tough year, I told him no huge florist bill. He said, “I am getting you flowers. I put back money. All of this was unbeknownst to me. Do you see what a wonderful person he was? Still worried about the bills I asked him if he could get mixed wildflowers which are my favorite. And yes front row students, less expensive. He came through and from that point forward it was wildflowers.
Back to the mystery wildflower bouquet. Sorry, another aside. In the beginning, he had the florist sign the card. Then, I commented about it not being in his handwriting. From that day forward, he always signed the card, I love you, Ken. He did and still does. The mystery card was hand written. It said, “I love you Big Bug. I remember how Dad would always get us flowers, and I wanted to do it for him. Love Baby Bug. I cried but realized that our family had the amazing love that we have. The flowers were from my youngest from college. My son hugged me tight until the tears subsidized.
Students, I pray that you can find this kind of love in your lifetime. It truly is a Biblical kind of love. It’s patient and kind. It doesn’t boast or brag and is humble. It is self sacrificing. It bears all things, good and bad. I am blessed and I want you to have this. It is one of our greatest gifts from God.
Happy belated Valentine’s Day!
Sarah Anderson Alley
Sal the Wildflowers Gal
Quote for the Day:
1 Corinthians 13:4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. 8 Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.
In my mind today, I am thinking about the human highway. It is true that we are all on our journey. Students, have you paid much attention to the conditions of the human highway lately? There are lots of roadblocks and warning signs. Frankly speaking, I see a lot of lost traffic. Why are we born? Why are we even created? Has anyone ever told you? No one told me. I have lived and searched for the reason for my existence. Take heart. I found it!
What’s my purpose? Teaching for twenty years I saw it. The lack of purpose and drive was prevalent. Loss of morals. Apathetic. It was a challenge that I loved. Students, a lot of the teaching today is driven by unfair competition against unbearable odds. Teaching is a craft. Each year is a different challenge. Your teaching is driven by the students’ needs; therefore; the teaching methods need to match the Learners’ Learning preferences and abilities. This is why teaching is a craft. You are a motivator. You are a light to your students. Maybe the only one that they will ever see. Teaching is such an important role. I am ever so proud of my former students who have become teachers. I am praying for our public school system. I pray for solid and sound teaching that our children are literate, strong, and able to discern good from evil.
What if every day of your life you started knowing your purpose in life? This would help tremendously. The human highway has lots of traffic jams. I see so many people that are lost or stuck in the new fast lane, unable to find a purpose for the trouble of this chaos. Let’s do a literature chart discovering the 4 W’s and an H. Who are you? You were created in the image of your creator. What are you? You are part spirit and part animal/human.Your soul is the eternal part that is of God. Where are you? You are on earth. It was created by God. Why are you here? We are here to love God and each other. This is our purpose. Somewhere down the human highway, we forgot to teach our children this first. They are children of God. They should guard their souls: the eternal part that is destined for eternity. How? Simply living a life consecrated to God.
Everyone is unique in the place they are born down the human highway. I know students are born in very hard, destitute situations while some are born very blessed with parents to guide them. Remember that first and foremost you are a child of God. Some have to work harder than others, but we all have a job in God’s Kingdom. The human highway can be cruel. Remember that this life on earth is fleeting. Our goal and purpose are to be the best child of God that we can be. Think if we all understood that we are made to love and to be loved. We are made to love each other and out of the love between a man and a woman a child of God is created. Oh, sweet daughters, please fall back in love with motherhood. Blessed sons, fall in love with your family and bear up for them and provide as the Holy Father does. Children of God, love, honor, and obey your parents. We have lost our way.
I know this sounds otherworldly or mystical, because God is just that: a mystery. We came to be because of the mystery of God. We are all playing a part or riding down the human highway. The race is not an easy one regardless of the station of life you are born into, but remember you are a child of God. Today, we want to identify with our sexual preference, our gender or lack of gender, political affiliation, or one of the many different genres society has invented. The simple fact is you are a child of God which is a human being. The next time you are thinking who am I, what’s my purpose, and why am I here, remember that God created you as His own. The purpose of human beings is to love and care for His children and creation whatever your vocation, or job. You are here on a mission. Do good in all your ways. Use this life for God.
Sarah Anderson Alley
Sal the Child of God Gal
Quotes for the Day:
Our prime purpose in this life is to help others . And if you can’t help them at least don’t hurt them.
Dalai Lama
“Children must be taught how to think, not what to think.” – Margaret Mead
“Children are not casual guests in our home. They have been loaned to us temporarily for the purpose of loving them and instilling a foundation of values on which their future lives will be built.” – James Dobson
In my mind today of course I am thinking about Christmas. Looking at Christmases past on social media, remembering how much I put into Christmas before ALS. Each year I was so jolly and even enjoyed the elves’ shenanigans! I have always been a NUT for Christmas to the point that I drove my family nuts. Here is an example of my overzealous behavior: 19 elves. I heard that gasp, students. What a NUT, right?
This year was the year of “The Grief that Stole Christmas” since my sweet husband is celebrating a Celestial Christmas. Some of his best, worn out dad jokes were about canceling Christmas. The closer Christmas came, the more frequent the cancellation threats.This year is a new season, a new normal. I know that I don’t have the corner market for grief, but it really hurts. Writing is therapy, and I am so thankful for all of you, students.
First new normal was no big gathering at our house on Christmas Eve. We always hosted every side of the family and would have sometimes over 50 people, relatives and friends. Then the old Griefy Claus caused a collapse in our world. No gathering. I then had an idea, a wonderful idea! An awesome, wonderful idea! Intimate Christmas Eve with our kids and grandchildren. I was not the most chipper and we were missing two Grands. Guess what happened? We had a fabulous time! We could feel the love. We shared wonderful memories of their Dad, brother, and all of our crazy Christmas past. The new normal will be Christmas Eve with Gram at noon, KFC, and shared time. Enjoying watching the kids play. So Bah Humbug Griefy Claus! The kids were gone and that left the three amigos. Ben, Abbey, and I watched SpongeBob Christmas and so many others. We laughed until we cried. Last but not least, a good, hot shower, tucked tight in bed, It’s A Wonderful Life in color on the bedroom tv, and the sweetest daughter beside me made for the best Christmas Eve ever. Ben was busy with the elf work that robbed my Christmas Eve sleep all those years before as a healthy mom staying up til the wee hours of the morning. I slept like Patrick Star under his rock. (SpongeBob reference, parents!)
Before I knew it, the alarm clock was going off. Ben said, “Mom, we have church.” We had the perfect excuse to stay home. There had been a winter storm with dangerous low temperatures. Don’t forget Griefy Claus! The one thing that Ken never canceled was church on Sunday, especially the high holy days. That was a rule of our Home: God first. It has been our trusted compass. Ben got me up and ready. We gathered the food items for my mother-in-law’s gathering to drop off, then grabbed her for church. Here comes Griefy Claus! She had burst pipes and no electricity. We ended up with a lot of good ham and another gathering collapse. New season. Ben learned to make pecan pie from one of our good friends. We wanted to give something special for people that doesn’t come from a store and means a bit more. I was ever so glad to be in church. I cried but it was tears of joy. My joy meter was 100% before we were to the Gospel. Our daughter leading music and pies for the church family made my heart swell three sizes. Although the other traditional gathering collapsed, a new one was born. We had Ab’s boyfriend pop in and my other son, too. It was like a trip back in time. They were laughing and playing video games. It was the BEST. Just our little brood. I felt Ken and Nick were right there with us. My husband was a father first and foremost. He worked so so hard his entire life for us. The children we shared came through, heavenly and earthly. Grief didn’t stop Christmas. Somehow it came just the same. The love never left us. This morning Ben and I talked about dying young and the old saying only the good die young. This life is so full of grief, the earthly one. It makes a Celestial Christmas sound even better. Not the Monty Python heaven, back row. Stay with me! That is why we believe that there is so much more on the other side. No GRIEF! Let’s not forget that mortality issue. Remember the first time you realized that you were destined to be dust? Eye opener! The whole world does fall in love this time of year. It is the most wonderful time of the year. Why? That’s right front row, light entered the darkness and Jesus Christ entered our earthly drama. He brought the best Christmas gift of all.
Merry Christmas everyone!
Sarah Anderson Alley
Sal the Griefy Claus Gal
Quote for the Day:
“Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.” -Emily Dickinson
“What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes part of us.” -Helen Keller
“Say not in grief that they are gone, but give thanks that they were yours.” -Hebrew proverb
Things Griefy Claus taught me:
Don’t think that my children will love the same tic-tacky Christmas trappings (decorations) putting them up and down! No decorations next year just a tree, the memory one, and one nativity. Peace is better than the grief!
I get that a new chapter has begun and I have to be a BLT: BRAVE LITTLE TOASTER. There is a purpose for me on this side of heaven.
In my mind today I am thinking about a young, twenty two year old girl named Sidney. She is my muse and inspiration since my world was up-ended on July second. I had no clue about the depths of grief I would encounter and still do at the drop of a hat. Crying one minute and laughing the next. Students, I am a loose cannon. After my husband passed to the next adventure, I just wanted to run so fast and far. I decided I needed a new ship to chart my course. The Blue Mystery Machine has been a solid ride, but I am thinking of trips. It’s been ages since we had an enjoyable trip. Even trips to Memphis were so hard physically for us.
I began my search for a handicapped accessible BIG van so that I could do bucket list stuff with family and friends. I was searching for a gently used one. I found one in Virginia. It was perfect. I called and someone else was coming to look at it Monday. I continued searching. I found two new ones. The prices were almost double. Sure enough it was sold and I was looking for another van. After a month, I had decided to just buy one new. The next Monday I opened my phone and Sid’s Mom text me that the van deal with the other people fell through. I was just starting to call to order a new one. The message said, “Still interested in our van?” I called immediately and made arrangements. I told them that I would pay to have it towed here, but they wanted one last trip in “Sid Kid’s” ride.
They took their time traveling from Virginia across Tennessee. They got to do lots and see lots of things that Sid would love. She was such a wonderful daughter. She loved music so much, especially country music. They felt like family. I feel so privileged to be able to use Sid Kid’s “Earthly” wings. She entered heaven about 6 months before my sweet husband.
I have had so many trips using Sid Kid’s Wings. Along with a group of parishioners and friends, we made a pilgrimage right after I got the van to Perryville, Missouri, The Saint Mary’s of the Barrens Church, home of the National Shrine of Our Lady of the Miraculous Medal. I am just getting started. I am hoping to do a little traveling, especially small little trips to just see what all is around me. Hopefully I will get to do a few bucket list trips! One thing is for sure, I will take Sidney in my heart. Never forget those people like Sidney who love with their whole heart. Yearn for a heart like theirs, pure.
Some people are born with SMA, Cerebral Palsy, Duchenne’s MD, and so many others MND’s: Motor Neuron Disease. Today’s students pray for all of those young and old that are going through these debilitating diseases. Join in with others to promote a cure. We do a Haunted Trail for advocacy, awareness, and a cure. Addi is the Queen of our Haunted Trail. Please whisper or shout a prayer. Addi needs prayers and to be tolerating feedings at home November 21 for a huge sweet 16th party! If you have never been able to be around kids like Jonathon, Liam, Sid or Addi you are really missing out on the real meaning of joy. Remember that there are angels around us! God is always bigger. We just have to ask. Please ask with me today for these miracles.
Sarah Anderson Alley
Sal the ALS Gal
Quotes of the Day:
„It is not the length of life, but the depth.“ — Ralph Waldo Emmerson
„Life would be tragic if it weren’t funny.“ — Stephen Hawking
„Life is: beautiful, funny, fragile, amazing, tragic, challenging, rewarding and above all, short. Hug longer, love harder, laugh more. And know we are all in this together, even when it seems unbearable.“ — Unknown author
And I genuinely laughed yesterday. 🙂 Thanks be to God
In my mind today I am thinking about running. I’m in my writing spot watching my youngest son leave to run with friends. I remember all of those years in basketball and playing sports from the 3rd grade on up running. In college I promised myself I would never run again when I was finally finished with sports. After marriage and a baby I became a runner again. I also started playing softball again. This season was so much fun because I ran and I played sports again because I love them. I rediscovered how good it felt to be in shape. During my coaching years I continued to run with my players. As a teacher, my classes loved playing kickball and I played with them. It was the best reward and motivator. So many important life lessons are taught on sandlots believe it or not. Civility. Graciously losing but equally important graciously winning. These are two of the biggest. Look at our world. It looks like we need a few more lessons in civility.
The last time I ran, I face planted. It was a Saturday morning. I was running a 6 mile loop around downtown. I was always so tired by this point. I did not understand why my body was giving up. I kept pushing myself. Instead of 6 miles I told my partner I was going to cut off 2 miles taking the road beside my church. Right before the end of the road I tripped and was a bloody mess at about 5 AM. I got up and looked up at God and then to my church and said, “OK God.” That was my last running day and I still have the scars on the side of my head and my shoulder. At this point I was losing so much. I was trying desperately not to give up running. That season left me but it also inspired me.
In 2016, I called my friend about the annual mission March that we have each year here. He sadly told me that they were not going to do it this year. I was bummed out because I was going to just walk and maybe awareness of ALS. My friend said, “Why don’t we just make it a March for ALS?” I said, “Great! I want to be on the committee!” He said, “You are the committee.” He then taught me how to do a race and we did this race together until he went to the other side of eternity two years ago.
The Autumn March for ALS lives on today. So many beautiful things have blossomed out of this race. Friendships, community outreach, healthy living, scholarships, a Haunted Trail, and so much LOVE are just some of the fruits of the race. This year will be the 8th year for me and 31 years for the “March” to be celebrated on the third Saturday of October. Please consider being The Good with me October 15th in Downtown Dyersburg at 9 am. Just as Bart and I dreamed long ago, kids run FREE!
Sarah Anderson Alley
Sal the Autumn March Gal
Quotes of the Day:
“It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.”
“Never give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.”
“You just can’t beat the person who won’t give up.”
In my mind, I’ve been lost lately. Losing my soul mate has riveted me to my mortal coil. My spirit wants to fly free from this body and desperately be where his spirit has flown. Everything, EVERYTHING, reminds me of him. I know God has more for me to do so I stuff my grief down as far as I can “suck it up buttercup.” I wake with tears and fall asleep with tears in my eyes. And some days I can stop them, but other days are just for crying. The days my eyes clear, I am looking for God’s purpose for this broken-hearted widow. God never disappoints and when I live that purpose it helps me to smile. I also feel Ken cheering me on so double bonus.
August 25th 1990, Ken and I went to a Poco/38 Special concert at the Millington Air Base. That was 32 years ago today. It is memories like these that sustain me.
I was 6 months pregnant with our 1st child together, Ian. I can still see his black hi-top Chuck Taylor Converse, Rolling Stones concert shirt, and faded Levis. I had on overalls and felt so unattractive, but he said, “You have never been more beautiful.” We sat on the grass on a blanket and he held me when those wonderful love songs played: Crazy Love, Rose of Cimarron, Heart of the Night, and his favorite Brass Buttons.
Poco was the opening act. Before Ken, I had no clue about Poco. I had heard their songs but just thought they sounded like The Eagles. Ken told me, “No The Eagles actually sounded like Poco.” He then explained the genealogy of the two bands and yes students the empirical evidence shows The Eagles sound originated with Poco. We both loved music so much. He and I were prodigies of the air guitar. We both would have loved to have been born with musical ability, but we could only be music enthusiasts. My music tastes matched his perfectly because I was brought up listening to 70’s music, his Era, thanks to my big brothers and sisters. It was just uncanny how well we matched up despite the 14 year age difference.
Thirty-two years ago seems like yesterday. The other day when I asked Alexa to play songs by Poco, I said the first song would be our Poco song. Guess what it was, students. Back row exactly right! Crazy Love! I let the tears flow, but they were grateful, happy, and ugly big tears. So grateful to have had this kind love that lasted our thirty-three years. Happy to know he truly loved me with every fiber of his being. Big, ugly tears remembering how we always had our Saturdays by the pool listening to music, weekend mornings when he would wake us up with music, and when he played “our” songs just for me and I would go to the study and kiss him which led to other good stuff. (Sorry students, I know TMI.) Today I will definitely sit outside and watch the sun set while listening to Poco. Will I cry? Most assuredly but a good one.
Sarah Anderson Alley
Sal the Crazy Love Gal
Quotes by Poco
Count the stars in the summer sky
That fall without a sound
And then pretend that you can’t hear
These teardrops coming down
It happens all the time
This crazy love of mine
Wrapped around my heart
Refusing to unwind
Ooh-ooh, crazy love, ah
Hearts like yours belong
Following the dawn
Wrapped up in a song
Rose of Cimarron
In the heart of the night
In the cool southern rain
There’s a full moon in sight
Shining down on the Pontchartrain
And the river she rises
Just like she used to do
She’s so full of surprises
She reminds me of you
In the heart of the night
In the heart of the night
In the heart of the night
Oh, whoa, down in New Orleans
There’s a night bird singing
Right on through till the dawn
And the streets are still ringing
With people carrying on
It’s been so long waiting
Just to be here again
Anticipating
All the time I could spend
In the heart of the night
In the heart of the night
In the heart of the night
And I trust in your love never falling down
I trust in your love
Just like I do in this town
Whoa, never falling down
Whoa, never falling down
In the heart of the night
In the cool fallin’ rain
There’s a full moon in sight
Shining down on the Pontchartrain
And the river she rises
Just like she used to do
She’s so full of surprises
Oh, momma, she reminds me of you
Right here, in the heart of the night
In the heart of the night
In the heart of the night
Down in New Orleans
And I’m so glad to be back in New Orleans
Please don’t wake me, don’t shake me
If it’s only, if it’s only just a dream
It’s the only place I can face that feels so right
What is the world of Sal the ALS Gal? Well lately I have been so, so busy. There is always work to do. We Catholics Christians are still celebrating Easter! This was our sixth Sunday of Easter celebrations. We are waiting for the Ascension of Jesus celebration and of course Pentecost. Pentecost is the end of our Easter season so we have a lot of Easter parties left to do. It seems the only places I find peace these days are at my church or in my prayer Spots. It is just a mad, mad world out there!
I feel like such a bad teacher. Here it is at the end of the year and I just haven’t been able to write. I’ve had so many tough things to deal with in my life and am trying to give these to God. His yoke is easy. Students, you shouldn’t let negative things get in the way of doing good for others. It is our job as we go through this thing we call life. Lately I have been invisible to a lot of you, but know that I have been very busy. I am starting a community garden in my neighborhood. God has given me two gardeners, I call angels, Alan and Marcelo. I hope that the people I live with in this neighborhood will use it to teach especially the children and each other how God provides through gardening. It always makes me think that our hearts and souls are Gardens. They become weedy and lots of the good stuff gets choked out but that’s what Jesus does for us. He de-weeds our horribly weed choked hearts. Let’s not forget the Holy Spirit; it flows through each of us and all around us every day. It is what the beautiful things in the world are created of: the Holy Spirit. The breeze we feel but we cannot see: the Holy Spirit. When I go to a prayer spot or church I let Jesus in my heart and I allow Him to take all those weedy things out that keep me from being close to Him: death of loved ones, diseases that are incurable, senseless violence within our world, and the ever raging wars. The Earth is crying for us to embrace her and to take care of her because our days will be over very soon. Yet our children’s days are all on the horizon. This lets us know that we should teach our children every single day. We are to teach them and guide them until our very last breath. Even the way we die will speak volumes to our children and grandchildren. The way we live speaks even louder. If you are a parent and you are reading this I know that you have a very serious job that will last your entire life. Take heart because that is a blessing. Every child is a gift from God. Whether that child is wanted or not. Remember those widows and orphans of the world just like I preach so much about and don’t forget your immigrants either because we should love each other and help each other to do the good that needs to be done. Remember we are all sojourners on this earth.
Another thing that I have been blessed to do recently is to give out scholarships again from the race for ALS awareness and also for my beloved friend Bart Williams. Reading through all of the applications and then being able to go and put a face to an essay was exhilarating. That is just the teacher in me of course. It just made my heart so big to see so many young people ready to go on their next Journey. God is really so good. I am so blessed to live in such a little place in West Tennessee that has a tremendous amount of love for each other. This is something that is becoming such a rarity. Places like these have enough love to cover so many shortcomings. If you don’t have it where you live you can come live here or you could start trying to build it where you are. This is our commission to do the good work. The good work also comes at a price. This price is a lot for some people because you have to think of yourself last. This is the opposite of what the world is telling us. I hope many of you are learning to winnow what you hear because the easiest or should I say the most clever deceiver ever has set us up for a huge battle. This battle is for our children. I may lose a lot of readers from this point on because it’s so hard to believe in something so much bigger than you. With everything we have today it seems like God could be a fairy tale. God could just be mythology remixed according to intellectuals. All I do know is that I do feel God and I do feel that he lives within my heart. So many people ask me how could you do what you do? The answer is so simple; it is not me who drives my heart and my soul and my body. It’s no longer I; it is Christ who lives Within Me. So students just give it a chance. Come see me come; talk to me. I’m still here but one day, one glorious morning my soul will rise.
Another thing that I will be doing during this summer is passing out food for three weeks in June and three weeks in July to students who are currently in kindergarten, first grade, and second grade along with review material for the upcoming school year. If you would like to be a part of this or if you know someone who would benefit from this please contact me. You can do this on Facebook Messenger or ask someone for my number. It is all free. We will feed the families of these children for 6 weeks out of the summer as well as give them materials to continue to learn while they are out for the summer vacation. The great thing is if these children need help they will have a teacher at our church to help them aka me and a lot of my students from my religious class will be helping to serve all of these children this summer. If there is a child or family with older children I will get those materials and will give them food as well for the week. Please just contact me. God will provide.
Last but not least I will continue a Bible study at my house throughout this summer on Mondays. This feeds my soul to be able to discuss things together about God. We are currently doing The Chosen series. It is so important students to surround yourself with people who genuinely care about you. This could be in your family, your friends from school, or your work friends. I was just telling my husband that I was so blessed to be surrounded by teachers that knew what was important. If I had not had Labrenda, Tammy, Clara, Andrea, and Mandy I don’t know that I could have continued teaching and blessed more without knowing that God was with me through you. The Bible study is helping me deal with some really hard seasons in my personal life. Most of you know that it is not only me that is sick but also my husband. Barring a miracle this time is becoming shorter each day, but we all understand that death is such a part of life. We are trying our best to live and love each day and enjoy the days we have left together. So if you love my husband or if you know him please reach out. You could call him or come by and visit. Long visits are really hard but he would love to see some of you, read a text, or email. You see his mission field was totally different from mine. He was out there with the common laborers or the people that make this country and so many other countries work. It has been really hard for sure. I think it is just part of the guy thing; girls we always are ready to hug and love each other, but for men it’s a different way to show that you care. Just pray for us because we do know that God is so much bigger than all of these problems. All problems are just Earthly problems. We were told in order to get to see Jesus we had to carry our crosses. I think my husband and I have done a good job of carrying these crosses. We understand that we do not build Treasures here but we build them up in heaven by our acts of kindness and goodness to promote the kingdom of God here on Earth. It is about to be summer break students, but for sure I will be giving you more and more lessons as long as I have breath to breathe. Love to all of you and God bless and keep you.
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“And though their love was hanging on a limb she taught him how to dance and start again.” Neil Young
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