Here are this week's prayer children:
After his long, long wait, David has been sponsored!
8-6-12 Leidy has been sponsored! I hope her sponsor is a Justin Bieber fan, hahaha.
Sweet, baby faced Geovani has been sponsored! Praise God!
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Touching Thursday
Every week, I like to post three prayer children that I hope to help find a sponsor for. This week, I have three adorable (aren't they all?) children for you to look at. If these three children don't jump out at you, there are two remaining boys from last week's Touching Thursday post. You can view those boys here.
Here are this week's prayer children:
If you choose to sponsor one of these children, after seeing them on my blog, please let me know. I would love to send you some cute paper and a few goodies to start off your writing relationship with your new child!
Here are this week's prayer children:
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Things Kids Say Tuesday
Oh you guys, kids are just so funny. Also, so fun to work with.
I spend my days pretending to fight fires, pretending to fight zombies, playing soccer, playing tag, digging holes (I have mostly boys in my class) and reading lots and lots of books. And I get paid to do this!
On top of this, my kiddos say funny things. I love to share them with others.
A: Oh no! I'm dying because a zombie got me!
Q: Oh no! A is dead you guys!
D: Hmm...I guess that means we get to eat his lunch.
Boys really do care more about food than anything else, don't they?
D: A's mommy has a baby in her tummy.
Ms. Kayla: Yes she does, you're right.
D: How did the baby get there?
Ms. Kayla: Hmm...how do you think the baby got in her tummy?
D: I think she ate a baby!
Ms. Kayla: Hahahahaha
A: No she didn't! My mommy doesn't eat babies!
D: Well, then how'd it get in there?
A: God and Jesus put it there!
D: Oh
How glorious are preschoolers?
I spend my days pretending to fight fires, pretending to fight zombies, playing soccer, playing tag, digging holes (I have mostly boys in my class) and reading lots and lots of books. And I get paid to do this!
On top of this, my kiddos say funny things. I love to share them with others.
A: Oh no! I'm dying because a zombie got me!
Q: Oh no! A is dead you guys!
D: Hmm...I guess that means we get to eat his lunch.
Boys really do care more about food than anything else, don't they?
D: A's mommy has a baby in her tummy.
Ms. Kayla: Yes she does, you're right.
D: How did the baby get there?
Ms. Kayla: Hmm...how do you think the baby got in her tummy?
D: I think she ate a baby!
Ms. Kayla: Hahahahaha
A: No she didn't! My mommy doesn't eat babies!
D: Well, then how'd it get in there?
A: God and Jesus put it there!
D: Oh
How glorious are preschoolers?
Monday, July 16, 2012
I Have An Interview (And Some Background Life Knowledge)
I have worked in the child care department of my church for the last nine years.
I started working there when I was 15 years old.
When I was 15, I was a mess. I was depressed, had a bad home life, self injuring, staying out past curfew with the wrong crowd, doing things that no 15 year old should do. It was a pretty hopeless situation. It's weird to say it, but at 15 years old, I was at rock bottom. Truly.
A friend from my school, a senior (I was a freshman), saw it to take me under her wing. We were in marching band together and from the time band started that school year, my friend was stuck to me. She put up with me doing crazy things, lying to her, hiding from her, and just being downright rude to her at times.
After about six months of knowing, she invited me to church. Well, maybe I wouldn't say she invited me so much, since I could have argued, but she would have taken me anyway, haha. She took me to church, to the nursery where she worked, and put me on the volunteer schedule.
From then on, I was hooked. I worked every Sunday. I loved those kids, the workers, the supervisors, how wonderful the church was, how people just seemed to accept me, even though I dressed in dark colors and was pretty much always sad. I ended up joining the choir and the youth group and made new friends, good ones this time.
I had worked in this church for nine years, The kids that started in the preschool program when I started working there are now entering middle school. I love that I've been a part of their lives and that I've known their families this whole time. It's such a blessing.
My boss, the one I've had for the past six years or so, is leaving, moving to another town with her husband. Her position will be opening in two weeks. I didn't think too much of it. I was sad to be losing a wonderful boss and was wondering who would take over the position. Then I had people from the congregation start approaching me asking if I was going to apply for the position.
Me? I hadn't even thought about it!
So I prayed about it. It seemed like the right thing to do. I sat down at 11:00 p.m and started updating my resume and references and writing that "perfect" cover letter. At midnight, I submitted it.
Long story (sorry!), short, I have interview today...tonight...at 7:30.
I'm nervous. I can't decide if I'm more nervous to beinterrogated interviewed by two people I feel I know so well and I'm afraid I'll say something to make them not like me or if I'm nervous that if I don't get this job, my current job will get extremely awkward, knowing that the people I work with/for don't really value me.
Maybe it's silly.
I will be praying a lot about this interview.
Will you pray for me too?
I started working there when I was 15 years old.
When I was 15, I was a mess. I was depressed, had a bad home life, self injuring, staying out past curfew with the wrong crowd, doing things that no 15 year old should do. It was a pretty hopeless situation. It's weird to say it, but at 15 years old, I was at rock bottom. Truly.
A friend from my school, a senior (I was a freshman), saw it to take me under her wing. We were in marching band together and from the time band started that school year, my friend was stuck to me. She put up with me doing crazy things, lying to her, hiding from her, and just being downright rude to her at times.
After about six months of knowing, she invited me to church. Well, maybe I wouldn't say she invited me so much, since I could have argued, but she would have taken me anyway, haha. She took me to church, to the nursery where she worked, and put me on the volunteer schedule.
From then on, I was hooked. I worked every Sunday. I loved those kids, the workers, the supervisors, how wonderful the church was, how people just seemed to accept me, even though I dressed in dark colors and was pretty much always sad. I ended up joining the choir and the youth group and made new friends, good ones this time.
I had worked in this church for nine years, The kids that started in the preschool program when I started working there are now entering middle school. I love that I've been a part of their lives and that I've known their families this whole time. It's such a blessing.
My boss, the one I've had for the past six years or so, is leaving, moving to another town with her husband. Her position will be opening in two weeks. I didn't think too much of it. I was sad to be losing a wonderful boss and was wondering who would take over the position. Then I had people from the congregation start approaching me asking if I was going to apply for the position.
Me? I hadn't even thought about it!
So I prayed about it. It seemed like the right thing to do. I sat down at 11:00 p.m and started updating my resume and references and writing that "perfect" cover letter. At midnight, I submitted it.
Long story (sorry!), short, I have interview today...tonight...at 7:30.
I'm nervous. I can't decide if I'm more nervous to be
Maybe it's silly.
I will be praying a lot about this interview.
Will you pray for me too?
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Updated Photo
I totally forgot when my Kalpesh's photo was updated, that I should look on the data base for his little sister's updated photo too. How cute is she?! They look so much alike, I can't even handle it.
Forced Perspective
One of my newer interests is photography. I'm not so much interested in taking pictures, but I really enjoy and can appreciate amazing work of others. There is a certain type of photography called Forced Perspective. These picutres force you to look at people and the world in a new way. Your eyes see something and your brain has to interpret was is really going on. I just love it. It's so creative.
I want to share some forced perspective photos with you today. I hope this brings some joy to your Sunday.
I want to share some forced perspective photos with you today. I hope this brings some joy to your Sunday.
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Friday, July 13, 2012
Mail Call From Xhuliano!
On Tuesday, this week, I received a letter from Xhuliano! I just love how often he writes me. He averages about 2 letters a month. Sometimes more. It's really quite amazing!
This letter (like all letters) is just precious. I'm going to bold my favorite parts. Xhuliano is only 11 years old. He's like a little angel to me.
Dear my friend Kayla,
I was very happy when I received your letter again. When you constantly write to me, I feel very happy and proud of you. I keep the letters and the gifts that you send in my drawer and I think of you everyday. For the Valentine's Day I gave flowers to my mom and dad. I would like to give you a bunch of flowers to put in your desk, and when you would see them, you would remind me. You are a good, kind, and beautiful girl, my friend, and as you think of me, I think about you too.
Here is warm, the grass and the trees are green. The weather has been good for the farmers. Even I have lands with vegetables and vineywards, and I help my parents with them. I had fun with the game you sent me. I had fun playing with my sisters and my cousins. I got happy for the postcardsand everything that you sent. I think of you everyday and you are my unforgettable friend. Thank you with all my heart.
Xhuliano
Oh my heart. I don't think I breathe the whole time I read his letters. Such a sweetheart.
A while ago, I received a letter talking about Valentine's Day and Xhuliano told me that he gave flowers to somebody. I wrote him back asking who he had given flowers to, thinking maybe there was crush on some lucky girl in Albania. Turns out that's not so. I guess he is only 11! Haha.
Do you know what I would give to have flowers from this kid? I would dry them and press them and keep them forever and ever.
I love that he has vegetable fields and a vineyard. How wonderful!
I honestly can't remember what "game" I sent to him. I sent his sisters dolls, but I haven't heard anything back. I think maybe I sent some mazes. Maybe that's what he is talking about? Oh well, I'm glad he had fun!
Now I get to write back! Yay!
This letter (like all letters) is just precious. I'm going to bold my favorite parts. Xhuliano is only 11 years old. He's like a little angel to me.
Dear my friend Kayla,
I was very happy when I received your letter again. When you constantly write to me, I feel very happy and proud of you. I keep the letters and the gifts that you send in my drawer and I think of you everyday. For the Valentine's Day I gave flowers to my mom and dad. I would like to give you a bunch of flowers to put in your desk, and when you would see them, you would remind me. You are a good, kind, and beautiful girl, my friend, and as you think of me, I think about you too.
Here is warm, the grass and the trees are green. The weather has been good for the farmers. Even I have lands with vegetables and vineywards, and I help my parents with them. I had fun with the game you sent me. I had fun playing with my sisters and my cousins. I got happy for the postcardsand everything that you sent. I think of you everyday and you are my unforgettable friend. Thank you with all my heart.
Xhuliano
Oh my heart. I don't think I breathe the whole time I read his letters. Such a sweetheart.
A while ago, I received a letter talking about Valentine's Day and Xhuliano told me that he gave flowers to somebody. I wrote him back asking who he had given flowers to, thinking maybe there was crush on some lucky girl in Albania. Turns out that's not so. I guess he is only 11! Haha.
Do you know what I would give to have flowers from this kid? I would dry them and press them and keep them forever and ever.
I love that he has vegetable fields and a vineyard. How wonderful!
I honestly can't remember what "game" I sent to him. I sent his sisters dolls, but I haven't heard anything back. I think maybe I sent some mazes. Maybe that's what he is talking about? Oh well, I'm glad he had fun!
Now I get to write back! Yay!
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Touching Thursday: Hispanic Boy Edition
Today is the day of the week where I share three wonderful Compassion children with you. These kids are waiting to be sponsored by somebody wonderful like you. Please take some time to look at their pictures, read their information, and pray about them. If you feel called to sponsor them, please take that important step of clicking on the "select this child" button. It's only $38 a month to change a life of a child. If drank one less soda or cup of coffee a day, you could feed, clothe, and educate and child living in poverty. Amazing.
8-18-12 Charlies has been sponsored! I am so happy!
Favian has been sponsored!
8-18-12 Charlies has been sponsored! I am so happy!
8-2-12 Carlos has been sponsored after waiting 184 days. Yay!
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Things Kids Say Tuesday
It seems like in the last week, I haven't caught my kiddos saying too many funny and/or profound things, but I did get two, so that's good, I suppose.
While dressed up in a cashier vest and playing with a cash register.
Ms. Kayla: M, what are you playing?
M: I'm working.
Ms. Kayla: Oh, I see, you must be working very hard.
M: Isn't it just disgusting that we have to work every single day?
Ms. Kayla: Yes it is, M, yes it is.
After watching a child repeatedly trip and fall down throughout the morning.
Ms. Kayla: A, what is going on today?
A: What?
Ms. Kayla: Why do you keep falling down?
A: *Big sigh* I don't know! My feet just won't work today!
While dressed up in a cashier vest and playing with a cash register.
Ms. Kayla: M, what are you playing?
M: I'm working.
Ms. Kayla: Oh, I see, you must be working very hard.
M: Isn't it just disgusting that we have to work every single day?
Ms. Kayla: Yes it is, M, yes it is.
After watching a child repeatedly trip and fall down throughout the morning.
Ms. Kayla: A, what is going on today?
A: What?
Ms. Kayla: Why do you keep falling down?
A: *Big sigh* I don't know! My feet just won't work today!
A Touching Song
I've always been a folk/indie music indie fan. Over the last few months I have discovered the band Mumford and Sons. I pretty much love every song by them. Every single one of them.
However, this song by Mumford and Sons has touched me greatly. The lyrics are just so great. I'll post the video and the lyrics. I'm going to bold the lyrics that touch me the greatest.
I hope this song touches you too.
However, this song by Mumford and Sons has touched me greatly. The lyrics are just so great. I'll post the video and the lyrics. I'm going to bold the lyrics that touch me the greatest.
I hope this song touches you too.
It's empty in the valley of your heart
The sun, it rises slowly as you walk
Away from all the fears
And all the faults you've left behind
The harvest left no food for you to eat
You cannibal, you meat-eater, you see
But I have seen the same
I know the shame in your defeat
But I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck
And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again
Cause I have other things to fill my time
You take what is yours and I'll take mine
Now let me at the truth
Which will refresh my broken mind
So tie me to a post and block my ears
I can see widows and orphans through my tears
I know my call despite my faults
And despite my growing fears
But I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck
And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again
So come out of your cave walking on your hands
And see the world hanging upside down
You can understand dependence
When you know the maker's land
So make your siren's call
And sing all you want
I will not hear what you have to say
Cause I need freedom now
And I need to know how
To live my life as it's meant to be
And I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck
And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again
The sun, it rises slowly as you walk
Away from all the fears
And all the faults you've left behind
The harvest left no food for you to eat
You cannibal, you meat-eater, you see
But I have seen the same
I know the shame in your defeat
But I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck
And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again
Cause I have other things to fill my time
You take what is yours and I'll take mine
Now let me at the truth
Which will refresh my broken mind
So tie me to a post and block my ears
I can see widows and orphans through my tears
I know my call despite my faults
And despite my growing fears
But I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck
And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again
So come out of your cave walking on your hands
And see the world hanging upside down
You can understand dependence
When you know the maker's land
So make your siren's call
And sing all you want
I will not hear what you have to say
Cause I need freedom now
And I need to know how
To live my life as it's meant to be
And I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck
And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again
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