I have been a blog neglecting the ol' blog lately. You might be looking at the "Loving God and loving people" title pop up on your blog feed going now who is that again??? The truth is I have absolutely not been able to get my brain to coherently organize thoughts since this semester has started.

News flash: college is all sunshine and roses till your senior year methods semester hits (all you teachers out there know what I am talking about). Its all about this theory and that theory, this method and that method. Then, there is your placement. Can someone say reality check?

I am usually a very positive person. If there is a bright side to something you can be sure I will find it. That said, I left my placement today thinking, "Laura, what in this great big entire world, have you gotten yourself into?!" There really are just those days where I walk away questioning my future career as a teacher.

I felt so negative and put down the rest of the afternoon. But, after feeling sorry for myself for a little while I realized something. I am not doing this alone. I am not doing this by my own power. Whatever good comes from me as a teacher (or in general) is not my work but God's work through me. No matter how overwhelmed and hopeless I might feel in a situation my Lord will never leave me or forsake me. So, instead of whining and feeling sorry for myself, all I have to do is stop trying to drive! Give Him the reigns and he will do mighty works. That realization never gets old. I praise Him for that! This has no doubt been rough semester, but I can feel Him pulling me closer, shaping me, and teaching me. It is funny how tough times will do that!

On a side note, I am doing the Beth Moore Esther study and loving it! I highly recommend it to anyone looking for some encouraging time with God. As He usually does, God has placed this in my lap with the most perfect timing.

Hope y'all are having a wonderful fall! God Bless!

Laura

Vacation is over...

Well, I have been absent from the blogging world for pretty much all summer. We were in the middle of moving apartments and did not have Internet. Plus I really did not do much this summer, and it was one of the best summers ever!!! Kurt and I went to the beach twice, once with him family and once with my family. Besides that we spent some VERY much needed time together. So, there was really nothing exciting to post on. Sorry to all of my six followers, I am sure I was greatly missed ; ) But summer is a distant memory now with school and football in full swing (ok maybe not SO distant with temperatures at a sweltering 90 degrees).



I have officially started my forth year of college. I. Am. A. SENIOR! That just does not sound right. It literally feels like just yesterday I was stepping foot on campus for the first time, crying when my parents drove away, and meeting Kurt Prater at coffee house in the campus view room. I was such a mess back then. Correction, I am still a mess, but I love Jesus a whole lot more now and I let him take care of my messes. : )


Now campus feels like my second home and I am married to that Kurt Prater boy I met at coffee house as a bewildered freshman. It is amazing how many things can change in that four year span of college. But what a great four years it has been!!!

Ok, that's enough of memory lane. I am now in my methods block for education and loving it, but boy is it busy! My placement is for a 12th grade class so that is definitely an adventure and a reality check after my sweet 6th graders last year. It is going to be a great experience though. Hopefully it will toughen me up.

Kurt is coaching all three sports at the middle school this year! : o We are excited but things are going to be busy busy busy! Go Patriots!

That is what is new with us since I went on my hiatus from blogger. It is good to be back!

Smelser Beach trip

I keep thinking that not much has happened since me last post for me to talk about but it just hit me that is completely not true!

First of all Kurt and I spent the last week in June at the beach with his family. Picture this, 15 people (give or take a couple) in a three bedroom condo! Needless to say things get interesting, but I love it!

For those wondering, yes, I did go to Gulf shores, and yes, it was covered in oil. Kurt received a text message from a cousin that was already down there saying the beach was covered! Apparently, from what we heard the day we got down there was the worst oil cover yet for that area.

I knew Kurt was up to something when we hit Foley. After being on the road for 5 hours on lots of little two lane roads and getting a ticket in Bay Minette, Kurt says, "Hey I think I want to eat at Lambert's." I of course jump at the offer because our family had a tradition of stopping there on our way to the beach every year and I hadn't done that in so long! We had enjoyed a wonderful meal of catfish and good ole' home cooked veggies when Kurt informs me he wants to go walk around the outlet mall. Not, "Hey lets stop in Nike and maybe look at the Bose store," but "I want to WALK AROUND the outlet mall." Once we had gone in and out of a couple stores and are leisurely making our way around the enormous outdoor mall I look up at me sweet sweet husband and just get a feeling he is up to something. I suddenly remember the text message from that morning, and called his bluff! Sure he may have wanted to go to a few stores but his real agenda was stalling me from seeing the beach. This turned out to be just what I needed.

Thankfully when we got there, finally, the rest of the family had gone out to dinner. I went to the balcony and took one look at the beach and I quickly felt tears come to my face. It was this helpless heart broken feeling as I looked out on this paradise that I visited every year. As a child I built sandcastles, in those awkward middle school years I learned how to boogie board, swam to the sand bar, and played football on the beach with my friends, as a teenager I went on walks and sunk my toes into the soft white sand, soaked up the sun and relaxed in the breeze. Perhaps the most memorable was as a college student when I was proposed to on the sparking white sand that was drenched in the colors of a breath taking sunset sinking down into a blue green sea. These memories flooded my mind as a stared horror struck at the brown oily mess in front of me. It was as if this place was part of me, had grown up with me, changed with me, and even helped shape me. It is a place I love and it is being defiled.

This feeling of helplessness makes me step back and remember God's sovereignty. As terrible the explosion and oil spill have been God is still in control. Not me, not the Manager of the BP corporation, not the guy down the street, but GOD. The God who caused the ten plagues to rain down on Egypt so that Pharaoh would let His nation go. The God who promised Abraham to make him a father of many nations, and the God who sent his precious son to save a world of lost sinners. God is in control and I am not. I am very thankful for that!

The Lazy days of Summer (update of random happenings)

During my recent down time I have read Stephanie Meyer's latest book, The Host. I highly recommend it to anyone! It might take you a few chapters to get into it and fully understand what is going on, but it is definitely worth it! Unfortunately this one is not about Vampires. It is about aliens, yes aliens. I have never thought myself much of the Sci Fi type. I don't really even get into Star wars that much but I was definitely enthralled with this book. Just like vampires she makes aliens seem, well, normal. Now as usual after finishing a good book I am looking for yet another one that won't let me down.

On the topic of books, I also finished Irresistible Revolution by Shane Claiborne. I have probably been working on that one since January! This book was very challenging for me. It contradicted things that I have been taught, by American culture, to think and believe, but then again if I really look closely does Jesus not do the same thing? If you have read or chose to read this book in the future I challenge you to take your time to really think about what Claiborne is saying and the biblical truths that he is applying to his life. Don't just dismiss it for some radical Christan crazy talk.

My parents came to town over the weekend to take advantage of the extra bedroom that we have for the month. We had a great time playing cards, watching mine and Kurt's wedding video, eating some yummy food and just having a good time together with out an agenda. It has been a long time since we have just been able to sit back and relax with each other with out wedding planning to do. But weddings are done and it is so nice to be able to enjoy each others company!

Kurt and I are currently gearing up for a beach trip with his family. We leave on Saturday and I am ready for some fun in the sun and a cramped condo!

A tribute to Apt E-8

After almost a year in our one bedroom, 400 square foot apartment we have moved! The days leading up to May 31st (our moving day) could NOT come fast enough. I kept myself busy, busy, busy with class and preparations for my sister's wedding. However, spending so much time in such little space will have it's effects on you.

I learned that central air, a washing machine, a garbage disposal, and kitchen ventilation, is in fact not a necessity but, a HUGE luxury. One can actually get used to not having them and still live quiet comfortably. I learned that it is not the living space but the love inside the living space that makes it worth coming home to. I learned how to talk it out instead of ignoring a problem because there was simply no space (literally) for avoidance. I learned that I can actually deal with roaches and not die. Please note, roaches terrify me, and by terrify I mean I freeze up, breath really fast, and possibly cry depending on the size, whenever I see one. This is another story entirely, but yes we were infested with roaches, IN MY KITCHEN until the guy below us moved out. Yeah, pretty sure I know where they were coming from. I learned that I can share a closet with Kurt and you can fit a whole lot of stuff under your bed. I learned how diluted I am to the materialism of this world with each break through moment that I realize a major portion of the world's population would look at my small grungy apartment like I would look at a mansion. I have learned how to be more content, but that does not mean I am always good at it. I have learned that striving for something more or different is a waste of time because you will look back and miss whatever it is you leave behind. I have learned that I will always cherish those sweet cozy moments in our first apartment and I am thankful for the lessons of life, love and Godliness that it taught me.



Life goes on though, and we are very excited to finally be in the same neighborhood where Kurt is teaching. It will be a lot easier for us to get more involved in the community, which was our main reason for the move (ok, so a washer and dryer doesn't hurt ; ). Closing in on Kurt's first year teaching and our first year married it has been fun to reminisce on the past year and look forward to what this new year together will hold!

Be Still

One of many things that is funny about mine and Kurt's relationship has been and still is the fact that I am a goer and a doer and he is...well, not. Don't get me wrong he is a hard worker and a really fun guy but he knows how to relax and slow down and I...don't. Basically, we go in this cycle all the time where I wear him out, he has to have "down time," I get bored, and wear him out again, and well....you see the pattern.



However, despite the annoyances of this cycle there is something beautiful in it. I push him to go and do and he reigns me in, keeping me from going crazier than I already am! Just today, for example, being the end of the semester, I have 5 lesson plans, at least three papers the majority of which are due on Tuesday, all of which I had not even started still yesterday! Basically, I am SLIGHTLY over whelmed. He comes home from work and makes me put down EVERYTHING to just go lay with him for a few minutes. I resist, skirm, and wiggle trying to get away, frantically telling him ALL of the work I have to get done and how stressed I am and that I have absolutely no time to just lay around. Of course, those of you who know us, know that Kurt is much bigger and much stronger then me. Needless to say, he always wins. Frustrated I unwillingly am forced to submit to his request.

Slowly though, as I lay still, in his arms, I am able to breath. I feel my muscles relax, the stress of the day melts away and I am able to live in that quiet moment. I am not thinking about papers, lesson plans, or exams. Instead, I am only thinking about Kurt and how perfect and priceless these little moments are and I savor every minute.

Finally after a few minutes of this peace I return to my work refreshed and revived. My homework was not more important than the precious moments I got to spend with Kurt and all of it still got done in a timely manner.

It is times like this that teach me something very important about God. He is longing for those exact same precious moments with me everyday. Unfortunatly I get blinded by the "pressing issues" that I feel have to be done now. I pray that God will open my eyes to see past the "pressing issues" so that I do not miss out on those precious moments with Him.

Easter!

Can you imagine what it would have been like to be alive that fateful Saturday 2,000 years ago? Driving down for an afternoon at the beach with Kurt's family we passed a church with black fabric draped around the cross. This has always been a powerful image for me, but this year my senses were a little more heightened to how magnificent a holiday Easter really is.

For the first time, I decided to participate in Lent. I gave up sweets, which to my suprise was easier said then done. It even put little stress on mine and Kurt's relationship a couple times : ) Just goes to show you how addicted I am. As this new experience unfolded I was continually counting down the days until Easter, just anticipating when I could ease my sweet tooth once again. As Easter came closer, however, it was not the sweets, bunnies, or eggs that captured my attention as they had in the past. It was my Savior and my God. I noticed Passover week written in red on my calander (that I had been checking like a mad woman due to my sugar withdrawls). Coinsidently I was just finishing up Genisis in my quiet time and begining Exodus. Reading about the Exodus of God's people over Passover week opened my eyes. God raised his people up out of their slavery in Egypt, and with the sacrifice of His son, He raised us up out of the slavery and bondage of our world.


As I continued thinking over this, the weekend finally came! Friday was upon me, and Christ was crucified, BUT I knew how it ended. Seeing the cross draped with black on Saturday reminded me that 2,000 years ago my brothers and sisters did not know how it was going to end. That Saturday was the worst day that could ever be imagined. Their hope was gone. They were scared. All meaning in life ripped away.


This contrast of darkness, with the light the next day would bring, made it all the more exciting for me. The hope that Easter brings to a hopeless world became REAL! I knew my Savior was going to rise in the morning and I could hardly go to sleep!


I talked Kurt into getting up at 6 with me and having our own sunrise service, together, just us and God. Leave it to me to over sleep! I woke up, looked at my clock and it was 6:45! Thinking I missed the sunrise I jumped out of bed and ran outside. It was cloudy. So technically I did not miss the sunrise, at least thats what I decided to pretend. We just sat side by side on his parent's deck, praying, having no words to express our gratitude and excitement that our God and His son CHOSE to save us in all our imperfections. Then, reading through all of the versions of the resurrection, we tried to imagine what it would have been like to be Mary, Peter, or Thomas! It was truely an intimate morning we were able to share with each other and our Father.

Here are some pictures from the weekend!


Never to old for an Easter basket! (this picture is out of order, which drives me Crazy but I don't know how to fix it!)




Saturday afternoon spent at the beach could not have been a better treat! Hopefully it will get me through till the summer!

My big 8 year old playing with every jelly fish we passed walking down the beach. Love him : )

Sharp looking boys!!!


Even Bear wanted to get in on Easter pics! (that was not posed he just walked over and got in the picture)


Yummy Easter lunch!