​Rain poured from the sky.  No thunder.  No lightening.  No wind.  Just rain.  Grandma could picture each of her grandchildren playing in this wonderful downpour.  That old woman missed the days she could watch the joy of her grandkids as they splashed about.
 
In their own homes, each of the grandchildren looked out their windows.  They nodded to themselves and prepared to explore and enjoy the rain.  Grandma had always encouraged them to play in the rain when it was safe.  The grandkids put on their boots and old clothes.  They ran outside ready to discover the rain falling from the sky.  Heads were tilted back as the kids let the rain roll down their faces and necks.  Clothes clung to their bodies as the rain drenched their clothing.  The kids stuck out their tongues catching raindrops to experience the taste of rain.  Each listened to the pitter patter of raindrops as the rain hit the cement.  They felt the wetness against their skin.  They smelled the freshness that sometimes comes when rain is falling.  They watched worms slither and move in delight.  The rain fell in columns.  Puddles were forming.  The kids chased and ran and jumped.  Laughter and screams filled the air. 
 
Before returning inside their homes, each grandchild had captured a raindrop on their finger.  Each had a unique plan for their own special raindrop.  They were very careful not to lose the drop of rain as they entered the house. 
 
Uri took his raindrop and placed it on a small plate.  He ran to get the magnifying glass and began to explore the properties of a raindrop.  Uri used all his senses as he discovered this little drop of rain.  Uri was like a scientist on a journey of discovery.
 
Eva gathered her paints and brushes.  She took her raindrop and mixed it with all those colorful paints.  Eva worked for hours creating a beautiful work of art.  She named her artwork – Rain.
 
Eli took his raindrop and put in on the floor.  He proceeded to practice his slide into home plate.  Eli’s mom nearly tripped over him as he slid to the base.  Eli missed baseball and remembered the look of his muddy uniform during a rainy baseball game.
 
Matthew used his raindrop as a soccer ball.  He kicked the raindrop back and forth with his feet.  One time the raindrop flew so high that Matthew headed it into the goal.  Rain never stopped Matthew from scoring his goals.
 
Lucas wanted to learn all about raindrops.  He kept his raindrop on his arm as he read books about rain, looked up rain on the internet, and talked to his daddy about rain.  He even shared the raindrop with his dad.  This made his dad feel very special.  Lucas grew in knowledge of rain.
 
Lilly loved the rain.  She put the raindrop on her head as she danced and twirled around the room.  The raindrop slid to her arms, hands, legs, and feet.  It made her movements graceful and thoughtful.  Her dance told a story of rain.
 
Judah used his raindrop as inspiration.  He went to work with his DJ system and produced music that echoed with the beat of raindrops.  Crazy Lion played the music mix for grandma over the phone.  It made grandma want to dance.   Judah named his mix, The Rain Bop.
 
Willow took the raindrop and placed it on her cheek.  She let the raindrop slide down her face as if she were sad and crying.  Willow, a teenager, was missing all her friends, especially her best friend – Alan.  Willow watched as the tear hit the floor.  “When will I ever be able to see Alan again in person?” she wondered.  Willow held her raindrop in her heart.
 
Papa had walked into church with a raindrop on his finger.  The raindrop slid into the baptismal bowl.  Papa blessed the water and baptized a baby.  The baby became a special member of God’s family.  Papa remembered the baptisms of each of his own grandchildren whom he loved with all his heart. 
 
Grandma thanked God for the raindrops sent that day.  The raindrops reminded her of the love she has for each of her grandchildren.  Grandma sat back and pictured each of the grandchildren with their raindrops.  Grandma, like Willow, put all the raindrops in her heart and dreamed of a sunny day when she could see her grandkids once again.
 
Written for my grandkids on a rainy day.  Yesterday, April 23, 2020.
BEcky

​Grandma was getting ready to put the dirty dishes into the dishwasher.  Uri ran to grandma and said, “Grandma, can I wash the dishes?”  Uri loved to help grandma, and he loved to wash dishes.  Grandma could not resist her little Uri.  “Of course, you can wash the dishes!”  She gave him a big kiss on the cheek.
 
Grandma helped Uri pull up a chair to the sink, fill the sink with dish soap and water, and handed him the dishcloth.  A couple of Uri’s cousins and Eva (Uri’s sister) became interested in what Uri was doing.  They asked Uri, “Can we help you do the dishes?”  Uri nodded his head and smiled.
 
As the grandkids were working away, Grandma said, “Ohhhhh, I hear something.  Listen, I think those dishes are screaming!”  Uri’s eyes grew wide with wonder.  “Do you hear the screaming?” Grandma asked.  The kids all listened intently.  And this is what they heard:
 
“Uri!  The soap is in my eyes!  It’s stinging.  I can’t see!  There’s too many bubbles and the soap is in my eyes.”  The dish was screaming and crying.  Stop Uri!”  Uri looked at that dish and explained in a gentle tone, “This is ‘no more tear’ soap.  It won’t hurt your eyes.  If we don’t use soap, you will still be dirty.”  Uri proceeded to wash the dish until it sparkled.  Then Uri gave the dish to Eva so she could rinse the soap off.
 
“Eva!  AAAAAHHHHHH!  It’s too hot!  Stop!  The water is too hot!”  Eva told the dish, “It’s warm.  See I have hot and cold on.  That makes warm.  But I will turn the cold on a little more so you stop screaming.”  Eva turned the cold faucet on a little more and rinsed all the soap off from the dish.  Then Eva turned the water off and passed the dish to her cousin to dry.
 
“Matthew!  Ouch!!  That hurts!  You are scrubbing me too hard with that towel!  Stop!  I’m all dry.”  Matthew looked at the dish and at the floor.  He saw wet spots on the dish and water dripping onto the floor.  “Look,” he said to the dish, “See these spots of water?  I need to dry those off.  And look water is dripping all over the floor.  I have to get you dried off and quick before you start to shiver!”  So, Matthew dried the dish until there were no more wet spots.  He even wiped up the wet floor.  Then Matthew passed the dish to his brother Lucas.  Lucas put the dish into the cupboard.
 
“Lucas!  Not so hard!  You bumped me on the other dishes, now I have an ouchie!  Stop being so rough.  That hurt!”  Lucas took the dish out of the cupboard to inspect it.  This is what he told the dish, “I don’t see any cracks.  I don’t see any broken pieces.  I only see a cute little dish.”  Then Lucas gave the dish a kiss to make the dish feel better.  And he placed the dish back into the cupboard very carefully. 
 
The dishes were done!  Grandma thanked each of the grandkids for their help.  She gave each one a hug and a kiss on the cheek.  “Now the dishes can rest and sleep.  They must feel so comfy now that they are clean.  I don’t hear a peep coming from any of the dishes.”
 
Later, as Eli, Judah, Lilly and Willow walked by the kitchen, they all heard a squeaky, clean voice calling from the cupboard, “Hey!  Kids!  Tell your grandma -Next time use paper plates!”
 
Written for my grandkids during the virus – April 19,2020
BEcky

​The grandkids snuggled with Grandma as they read the God book.  When Grandma was done reading to her grandchildren, Uri had a serious question, “Grandma, will God always love me?”  Grandma gave Uri a big hug and told him that God would always love him.
 
Eva asked, “Will God still love me when I am sad?”  Grandma told Eva that even Jesus was sad sometimes.  The Bible tells us that Jesus wept, that’s a lot of crying.
 
Eli asked, “Will God love me when I am happy?”  Grandma told Eli that Jesus went to parties like weddings.  Jesus wanted the people to be happy at the wedding.
 
Lucas asked, “Will God still love me when I am afraid?”  Grandma told Lucas that Jesus had friends who were afraid, and Jesus helped them through their fear.  And even Jesus prayed to his Father in the garden when He was sad and afraid.
 
Matthew asked, “Will God still love me when I am mad?”  Grandma told Matthew that once Jesus overturned the tables in the temple because he didn’t like that people had turned the church into a marketplace with buying and selling.
 
Lilly asked, “Will God still love me if I forget about him?”  Grandma told Lilly that Peter pretended like he didn’t know Jesus.  Jesus still loved Peter, and Peter went on to lead many people to Jesus. 
 
Eli asked, “Will God still love me if I am poor?”  Grandma told Eli that Jesus talked to people about the poor and that He loved them very much and wanted them cared for.
 
Willow asked, “Will God still love me if I have friends who are different?”  Grandma told Willow that Jesus loved ALL people.  He healed the sick, made the blind see, gave the deaf hearing.  Jesus also told the story of the Good Samaritan who helped a man who was different when others would not have helped.  There was another time when people were angry with Jesus because he ate with a tax collector.  They thought Jesus should not have this kind of person as a friend.
 
Judah asked, “Will God still love me if I do some “bad” things?”  Grandma told Judah about a story from Jesus.  It was about a son who left his father’s house and did lots of things that were not good.  But when he came home his father still loved him.
 
Lucas asked, “Will God still love me if I forget to pray and don’t go to church?”  Grandma told Lucas a story from Jesus about a shepherd.  One of the shepherd’s sheep had wandered away, and the shepherd could not find the sheep.  The shepherd left all the other sheep to go and search for that sheep that was lost.    
 
Matthew asked, “Grandma, does God love All children?”  Grandma told Matthew how Jesus loved the little children.  When the people told the children not to bother Jesus, Jesus told the people, “Let the children come unto me.”  Jesus loves children of all colors, shapes, and sizes.
 
Uri asked, “Will God still love me when I am asleep in my bed?”  Grandma told Uri that Jesus is always with us and always loving us.  Nothing can separate us from the love of God. 
 
“I love you, Grandma.”  Grandma hugged Uri tight and said, “I love you too Uri and all of you so much (Grandma looked at each grandchild with love in her eyes)."  Grandma continued, " Jesus loves you; this I know – for the cross, it tells me so!  He will never leave you or forsake you.”
 
Written for my grandchildren during the virus,
BEcky
April 10, 2020

Grandma walked into the kitchen, and what did she see?  There on the counter sat the toaster pulled out from its compartment, crumbs from toast scattered about, and ants scurrying to gather food for their nest.  Grandma’s face began to get that mad look.  She yelled, “Papa! Papa!”
 
“What?!” shouted Papa.
 
Even though Grandma loved Papa very much, she was not happy with his messy ways.  Grandma in her angry voice, “Papa, you need to put things away after you use them.  You need to clean up your crumbs after you eat.  Look!  The ants are all over the cupboard because you didn’t clean up!”
 
Even though Papa loved Grandma very much, he was not happy with her nagging ways.  Papa smugly replied, “Well, the ants have to eat too!”  Grandma was disgusted and said, “I hope one of these days the ants eat YOU!”  Papa laughed loudly.
 
Grandma thought to herself, “I need to teach that Papa a lesson.”  But how?  She thought, and she thought, and she thought some more.  Then it came to her.
 
Grandma got a jar.  She went outside and tried to catch as many ants as she could.  She was able to trap quite a few of the pesky critters.  Then Grandma hid the jar.  Later that day the grandkids came over to play.  Papa was taking a nap.  She whispered to them the story of Papa and the ants.  Grandma told them about her plan and enlisted their help with the plot. 
 
The grandkids went to work breaking up some bread into very tiny crumbs.  Then they followed Grandma and watched as she began to lightly put crumbs all over Papa’s face and arms and legs.  Each grandchild did their part and added lots of crumbs too.    
 
You won’t believe what Grandma did next!  She took the lid off from the jar, and she let those ants loose on Papa’s face, arms, legs, and belly!  The ants were delighted, running here and there, grabbing breadcrumbs.  They had hit the jackpot!
 
All the grandkids watched with delight as Papa began to twitch.  The running of those little ant feet must have tickled.  Papa even laughed a little in his sleep.  He rubbed at his face, wiggled his arms, moved his legs about, and smacked at his belly.  The grandkids put their hands over their mouths to keep from laughing out loud.  Papa began to feel little nibbles all over his body.  His eyes opened wide.  He looked at his arms and legs.  Papa jumped up like a wild man screaming, “I’m being eaten by ants!  AAAgggghhhhhh!”  Grandma and the grandkids burst into laughter.  They laughed so hard that Grandma even had tears running down her cheeks.
 
Ohhhhh my, Papa was mad!  He yelled, “Woman, what did you do?”
 
Grandma, still laughing, said, “I taught you a lesson.” 
 
The moral of this story is – Clean up after yourself. 
 
The grandkids helped Grandma clean up the breadcrumbs that had fallen on the floor and the little insects too.  That was almost as much fun as watching Papa being eaten by ants!
 
This story was written for my grandkids during the virus,
BEcky
April 9, 2020

​Once upon a time there was an old Granny who loved her grandchildren oh so much.  She would do anything to protect them.  Granny loved her grandchildren to the moon and back.
 
Once upon a time there was a big bad wolf who loved to eat old grannies and their grandchildren.  That wolf was very big and very bad!  Everyone was afraid of him, and no one dared to be out and about when he was around.
 
One day as the grandchildren played at Granny’s house, they heard a peculiar growl.  “What was that?’ asked Uri.  They listened again and heard scratching at the door.  The eyes of the grandchildren grew very wide, and they became afraid.  Grandma saw their fear.  She told them not to worry.  She was not afraid of any big, bad wolf.  Grandma said, “No one will hurt my grandchildren!  No one!”
 
Oh no!  The grandchildren could see that big, mean wolf peering through the window with his tongue hanging out.  The grandchildren began to cry and hid behind their little, old granny.  But that granny was brave and loved her grandchildren oh so much.  The wolf began to laugh.  He looked right at Granny and yelled, “Little Granny, Little Granny, let me come in!”
 
Granny looked him right in the eye through the window and said, “Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!”  The wolf answered back in a booming voice, “Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in!”  He went to the door of the house.  And that wolf huffed and puffed and blew the door down.  The grandchildren were very frightened and clung to their Granny.
 
Granny stood at the door as it blew down.  She put both hands on her hips and looked the wolf in the eyes.  She pointed her teacher finger at the wolf and told him to get out or he would be poop.  The wolf laughed at the old Granny.  OHHHHH NOOOOO!  The wolf started to come at Granny.  Granny shouted to the wolf, “Put up your dukes!  I’m about to twist your nose and pull out your toes!”  That wolf just laughed and put up his dukes.
 
You should have seen Granny as she beat on that bad wolf.  She hit him in the gut and kicked him in the butt.  The grandchildren were amazed and started to scream, “Give him the hard elbow!  Give him the hard elbow!”  This was Granny’s killer move.  So, Granny lifted that elbow and dug it into the shoulder of the mean, disgusting wolf.  The wolf fell to the ground in great pain and scurried off out of sight.
 
That wolf was very persistent.  He was not one to give up.  But Granny was also persistent, and when it came to her grandchildren she would never give up.  So, the final showdown was about to begin.  That bruised and battered wolf came back.  Granny needed a plan.  She gathered her grandchildren into a circle around her.  She whispered the plan into each of their ears.  Granny gave each one a hug and told them how much she loved them. 
 
Granny went to the cupboard.  It was not bare.  The cupboard was filled with cans of beans.  She pulled out a can for each grandchild and one for herself.  They ate quickly, gulping every, last bean.  The Wolf was sneakily heading towards the door.  Granny noticed his tail waving in the breeze.  She looked at her grandchildren and asked, “Are you ready team?”  They were afraid, but they knew what they had to do.
 
Granny looked at her grandchildren.  She touched her eye.  Then she touched her heart.  And then she pointed at the grandchildren expressing her love for each, and every one.  They slowly walked to the door.  Grandma flung the door open and yelled, “Ready!  (They all turned their backs to the wolf.)  Aim!  (They pointed their butts at that nasty wolf.)  Fiiiiiiiire!”
 
The explosion was an explosion like no other.  It blew the wolf to the other side of the world, and it was the end of the no good wolf.  Teamwork had saved the day!  Granny hugged each of her grandchildren.  The grandchildren hugged Granny.  Granny loved her grandchildren with all of her heart and soul.  The grandchildren knew that with Granny around NO ONE would dare mess with any of them.  They would always remember the day Granny fought the wolf and the explosion that set them free.
 
It was weeks before anyone could walk past Granny’s house because of the smell that surrounded it.  But inside that house was the love of a Granny for her grandchildren.
 
The end!
 
Written for my grandchildren during the virus,
BEcky  

​The playground is closed.  It is surrounded by yellow tape like those used in a crime scene.  The swings have been adjusted so there is no way children can play on them.  Signs are everywhere telling children to keep off, the playground is closed.  Silence is in the air.  No child dares to enter. 
 
So here we are, even the playgrounds are closed.  It makes my heart sad.  I know that it is necessary to do this, but it still brings up a sense of sadness.  I think about the days when children could play with delight.  They could swing, slide, climb, and explore the nooks and crannies of a playground.  I can hear the laughter.  I can hear the yells, “Watch me, look what I can do!”  I can see them playing with friends, making plans, exchanging ideas, challenging one another…  Oh, the joys of a playground.
 
For now, the playgrounds are closed.  If we stay away, hopefully one day soon, children will once again enjoy their local playgrounds.  Take care, my children.  For now, run and jump and explore your own outdoor area.  Discover all the wonderful and interesting things right in your own back yard.  Shout to your parents/guardians to see what you have found.  Yell to them to watch as you throw a ball in the air and catch it.  Challenge them to a race around your house.  Make plans for your next outdoor adventure in your own yard.  I am sorry that you cannot play with friends during this time, but enjoy the opportunity to play with your family. 
 
Take care, my children.  One day the yellow tape will come down.  The signs will be removed.  The swings will be readjusted to fit as you sit down to swing.  You will once again be able to slide, climb, and explore the playground with friends.  The sounds of children playing on the playgrounds will once more fill the air.      
 
For today, all playgrounds are closed.  
 
This is my journal entry for March 30, 2020 – the time of the COVID-19 crisis.  

​BEcky

​Parents at home.  Children at home.  On-line learning.  Some are asking, “Should I really teach my child at home?”  Some are saying, “I can’t do this, it is too much.”  Here are some points to think about when considering whether or not to “teach” at home.
 
I will address on-line learning first.  This pertains to families that are being provided on-line teaching from their schools.

1.  First, if your school is providing on-line learning – the teaching is done for you. 
2. The expectation is that parents/guardians will make sure the students take part in the on-line learning and complete the work as best they can.
3. If students do not understand the work, the teacher is available to answer questions on line.  Students should not hesitate to let the teacher know that they need additional support.  The teachers are willing to provide that.  The teacher usually has a devoted time that is given for questions and additional help.
4. If parents/guardians do not understand and wish to help their child, the teacher is also available to the parents/guardians.  Parents may also contact the teachers with questions.  There is usually a designated time for this to happen or the parent/guardian will submit the request and the teacher will provide help when they are able. 
5. The teachers that are conducting on-line learning are aware of the emotional needs of students.  They also provide opportunities to connect, provide a sense of “routine”, and let students know they are still cared for and loved during this time when they are physically apart.  These teachers can help provide kids with emotional support.
6. If your school is providing on-line support, I encourage your children to take part in this learning. 
7. At the same time, this is not about being a drill sergeant.  It is a time for you to see what your child is learning, encourage your child in the learning, and to show the value of education.  Remember, you don’t have to be the teacher – it is already provided.  So enjoy your child, and support the work of your child’s teacher. 
8. Make sure your child has time to do the things he/she likes to do.

 
Now I will address families that do not have on-line services from their schools:

1.  If you have internet, there are many resources available to you that can help maintain your child’s educational experience.  Just put in your child’s grade level with the subject. 
2. Explore the interests of your child.  If your child is interested in dinosaurs, help them enjoy activities that will help them learn about dinosaurs.
3. Provide “routine” but also be flexible.  The child knows when to do chores, when you read stories, when breakfast & lunch take place.  At the same time, be spontaneous and open to experiences that happen in the moment – this is a great way to provide learning.  For example, the child is outside and sees flowers.  You admire the flowers and explore their beauty using all of the senses.  You talk about spring.  You learn about different types of flowers and how & where they grow….
4. Be aware of the emotional needs of your child.  Love them.  Make learning fun & interesting.
5. If you do anything at all, make sure to read to your child every day, even if it is an older child.  This also builds a spirit of closeness and connection. 
6. This is not a time to be a drill sergeant.  It is a time to help your child experience the world around you in a caring and loving manner.
7. If it were me, I would not wait until schools starts again.  I would try to provide my child with experiences that develop the whole child:  art experiences (as simple as being able to draw things, music, singing…), physical experiences (dancing, outdoor play in the yard, ball play…), social experiences (manners, letter writing even if it is a drawing to send to someone, talks & discussions, finding ways to help others…), emotional experiences (naming their emotions, helping them to deal with their emotions, thinking about others…), academic experiences (learning from interests and from daily experiences…), and spiritual experiences (prayer, Bible stories, sharing God’s love…).  Again, do not schedule the day so full that the child cannot enjoy their time at home with you.  Just find time to do things together like singing and dancing with your child, going outside and playing, talking together, hug & read with your child, notice and expand on interests, and let them know that God gives them unconditional love and forgiveness. 
8. Make sure your child has time to do the things he/she likes to do.

 
Parents/Guardians are their children’s most important teachers.  What you do matters.  It doesn’t mean you have to be a “classroom teacher”.  It only means that you love your child and help them to be the best person they can be.  For academics it is providing experiences that help children value learning and education.  Being a good role model during this time is one of the most important things you can do.  So enjoy and love your children.  Value them and their learning.  “Train up a child in the way he should go and when he is old he will not depart from it.”  Proverbs 22:6
 
BEcky

​Journal Entry, March 23, 2020
 
Today as I was doing my daily walk/run, I hear one of our gentleman neighbors calling out to me.  He was working in his yard.  “Hey, did you lose a glove?”  I stopped (We were at least 6 feet apart; I thought I would clarify this.)  I answered, “I don’t think so.”
 
“Well, I found a glove.  I know you run every day, so I thought it might be yours.  Do you have a leopard print glove?”  I told him that I don’t own a leopard print glove so it must not be mine.  He said, “Well I put it on top of the bush over there so if people walk by, they can see it.  Maybe someone will find it.”
 
My neighbor then went on to tell me this story:  “We just got back a few days ago from a trip to Gulf Shores.  We were right on the beach.  One day the police came along and told us that no one was allowed on the beach anymore due to the virus.  They were going to give citations to anyone they found on the beach.  They meant what they said.  We saw them patrolling the beach.  Soon no one was on the beach except the police.  It was so strange.  Then those people in Florida, they didn’t listen.  They didn’t give a hoot what they said.  They just continued to party on the beach.”  We exchanged a few thoughts about the times.  Then I continued on my short journey around the neighborhood.
 
Later in the day, I made a grocery list for my husband.  He went to the store and came back with some of the items.  He said, “No flour, no Velveeta cheese, no cleaning wipes…”  We can make do; we are not hurting.
 
In the late afternoon, I could hear children playing outside.  The sound of children playing, it is such a wonderful sound.  It reminds us that there is still joy in the world.  I love to hear the joyful shouts of children and to see them excited about playing outdoors. 
 
In the evening, I check the news.  The governor of Indiana has declared the state as “Stay at home”.  So I have even more time to reflect and write.  I did complete an on-line class on Universal Precautions. 
 
I continue to pray for my son who is a pediatrician, my son who is working from home as a research chemical engineer, my daughter who is a teacher still planning and working with her students on-line.  I pray for my husband, a pastor, who loves and cares for his people.  He continues to serve as best he can.  He continues to help those in need.  I pray for my son-in-law who is a manager of a McDonald's and is still working.  I pray for my daughters-in-law also both teachers.  I pray for all of the small businesses.  I pray for our nation.  I pray for you – God bless each and every one of you. 
 
BEcky  

​It’s been a while!  I haven’t written on my blog lately.  Things have been very busy, and I just haven’t taken the time.  The COVD-19 virus has had a way of slowing things down.  I have a moment to reflect and write once again.  I think to myself, what should I write about?  I really have nothing important to say.  I decided I would just take the advice of something I read on Facebook, take this opportunity to journal about our days.  This is my journal entry from March 22, 2020.
 
It’s been a while!  I started my day with a three mile walk/run through my neighborhood.  Lately when I have done my daily routine, my thoughts have been filled with York preparations.  Today I listened to the sounds of spring – the birds were chirping loudly to each other, singing beautiful songs.  I noticed the wonder of nature and the signs of life all around me.  Flowers are blooming.  The trees are awakening from their winter naps; they are so majestic with all of their white blossoms.  I pass one of my neighbors as she walks her dog on the other side of the street.  We say hello to each other.  She asks me if I am staying safe.  I reply that I am trying.  “How about you,” I ask.  “The same,” she answers.  “Crazy times,” she adds.  I agreed.  We continue on our ways.  Except for the birds, all is quiet in our neighborhood as I complete my walk/run.
 
It’s been a while.  I have only worshipped on-line when I have been sick and couldn’t make it to church.  Even then, I could not listen to my own church because we did not have live streaming.  Today as I prepare for worship (my church has managed to get the live streaming up and running), I get on my computer and find the site.  I notice others beginning to sign on.  It feels good to know that others are joining in worship with me.  I see that one person writes, “I am sad and happy about this.”  I understand.  We are sad that we cannot be together in person to share in our love for the Lord and for each other.  We are happy that we can still find a way to worship, even if it is not under the best of conditions.  I listen to the music of praise; it touches my heart.  I hear the message and take part in the liturgy.  God has blessed me with the opportunity to worship with my congregation and others.
 
It’s been a while.  York has been moving forward for months.  Now I contemplate how to adjust and start again.  With social distancing – Uri’s Journey cannot continue.  So I decide on a new course – Journey of Love.  Journey of Love provides young children with Bible stories and activities they can do at home.  So I work on the next post for Journey of Love.  Though I know that God has provided me with an opportunity to “be still”, and I know that my faith should keep me from worrying.   I can’t help but think about all the progress we have made with York and what will happen to York with all the turmoil taking place.  I pray for guidance and blessings.  So I try to be still and have faith that all will work according to God’s plan.  This is not easy for me.
 
It’s been a while.  Normally on Sundays, my children and grandchildren that live close by join us for supper.  Today my husband and I eat alone.  We do talk to them by phone and text.  But it is not the same as having them here to kiss and hug.  We miss them.  It’s so nice to have technology that allows you to see the faces of your loved ones when you are apart. 
 
It’s been a while.  The rest of the day is filled with things like cleaning the floors in my house; that hasn’t been done in a while.  LOL!  The other parts of my day are pretty normal.  I do some wash.  I watch some tv.  I do some reading and posting on Facebook.  I research education issues… 
 
For all the kids out there, I look forward to one day reading some of your journal entries during this time of uncertainty.  May God bless you and keep you!
 
BEcky  

There will be no discussion!  This will not be discussed – period.  Wow! What if I said that to a parent of one of my students?  What if I said that to one of my students?  What would that solve?  What would that do to our relationship?  Yet we say to teachers:  “That cannot be discussed.”
 
Many teachers are helping their students to use their words, to talk through problems.  They are helping students to learn how to listen, speak up, and work to solve problems.  They don’t tell their students you can only talk about such and such when there is a problem.    
 
Schools do have procedures in place for discussion, often called building discussion.  There are rules for these discussions such as principals might have to be given time to look over the issues, which items are discussable & which are not discussable, etc.  Some principals follow these rules to a tee. Others are a little more lax, understanding that teachers need to have opportunities to discuss.  When teachers make a submission for discussion, these principals understand that they might at least need to listen.   
 
It can be very frustrating, when a teacher has an item for discussion and the principal says, “No, that will NOT be discussed.”  This is so frustrating to a teacher because to him/her the item is important; it often impacts his/her students and their classroom.  There are times when teachers submit items that are indeed discussable, and leadership will say the items cannot be discussed.  When this happens, the union president should be contacted.  He, in turn, can contact the principals and let them know the items are in line with the stated rules and discussable.  But the more important question to be asked - should a teacher have to be forced to take that step?  Once a teacher takes that step to contact the union, she is seen as a trouble maker, a negative person or worst of the worst – not a team player.  Who is not a team player – the one who has the question or the one who refuses to discuss?
 
As a leader, wouldn’t one want to know what their people are concerned or worried about?  If a principal wants to follow the rules exactly for building discussion, first they need to accept and allow items that are discussable.  Second, if there are items that are “not discussable”, a leader might want to:  have a time period where any concerns are discussed and everyone knows the items are off the record.  “These items are off the record – let’s discuss and try to solve together” or the principal LISTENS to concerns/questions and explains their thinking about why things are in place the way they are.  Again, if items are “discussable” they should be on the record.  When the principal is open to hearing questions & concerns, imagine the trust that develops from these interactions.  It is also important that principals are honest during these conversations and not defensive.    
 
Teachers also have a part to play in submitting discussable items. 

• It helps for teachers to state the concern or question. 
• Give an example or examples. 
• State why the question or concern is important for students and staff. 
• Give a possible solution.
• Put the needs of students first & foremost

This shows that the teacher has put some thought into the problem, and has made an effort to help with the solution.  The teacher understands that their solution might not be the end result.
 
No matter what, teachers deserve to be heard – especially with items that are discussable.  If teachers are told an item is not discussable and it pertains to students – they have a responsibility to check to make sure it is not discussable.
 
Why do we have building discussion in the first place?  What is the best way to build an environment of trust and respect?  Is it by refusing to discuss?  Building relationships begins with listening and understanding even if agreements cannot be reached – at least you have listened to each other and have tried to understand.
 
There will be no discussion – where does that get us?
 
BEcky