Faith's Findings

        I have searched for the words to convey the nightmare of this week, but there truly are none. Never in my life did I think that I would bury two precious students within 11 months of each other. We, as a school family, were still healing from the tragic loss of our beautiful Bree, when suddenly our infectious Eric was ripped away from us.         As a teacher, the kids expect you to have answers. But this week, I simply had none. I asked the same hard questions, “Why?” We sat in shock that this was happening. Our hearts broke. We wrote and colored through the tears. We got lost in the memories. We rearranged rooms and plans because this was not supposed to happen. We broke in each other’s arms. We ran out of tissues.  Last year, I wrote this “A Teacher’s Grief” It's hard. It's beyond hard to see your big, tough boys collapse in your arms.  It's hard.  It's beyond hard to see the life in their eyes stunt...

Some of you may have noticed that I have been blogging more lately or maybe I am the only one that gets on this thing! Regardless, I have had a couple of requests for a post that I posted a few years back and ironically enough this particular post had been on my heart as of late. Below you will find said post with a new additon. Coloring Is Cheaper Than Therapy: Late Saturday night, while on a random trip to Walgreens I picked up a 16 pack of Crayola crayons and coloring book. Oddly, I found myself laughing at my excitement of my purchase. Sunday, I sat on my bed with Season 2 of Grey's Anatomy playing and I grabbed my favorite childhood past time. I sat and carefully picked my first bland and dead picture to bring to life. If you know me at all, you will know that of course it was one with flowers and butterflies. I thoughtfully selected the colors of my choice from new box of crayons. I colored, careful not to get out of the lines and of course outlining each detail in a dar...