“I’d rather stay home with Mom.” I’m not even joking, these are the exact words out of Sam’s mouth when we asked him to get ready to go to Club Riot, the Wednesday evening meeting for kids every March and October. The girls love it. Sam always opts to stay home. I thought he’d go this time around.Is it bad that a little part of me is glad he turned it down again to stay home with me? Before the rest of the family was even out of the garage,… Read more opening books together →
A few months ago my friends told me about Sevenly. It went something like this: “Ruth Ayres! You don’t know about Sevenly?” Their tagline is People Matter. I love this.… Read more sevenly →
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I knew it yesterday when I clicked publish. I knew my words didn’t match the truth in my soul. I woke up with the same thump-thud in my heart, the… Read more rewriting our stories →
We live in a fallen world. And sometimes bad things happen. Sometimes there are stories that are more nightmare than goodness, more horror than love, more hatred than kindness. Sometimes a story turns gut-wrenching. These are the stories that haunt. If we… Read more be a blessing →
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First thing this morning I was talking with seven 8th graders about reading. We were waiting to begin our state testing, because of late buses. “Teachers just make us read books they want us to read. None of them are ever good,” one student said. She was quickly supported by other students. In the middle of the room sat a boy with a Christopher Paolini book. “Hunter’s a reader,” I said. He nodded. “I remember the year you became a reader. Third grade, right?” He nodded again. “How?!?” the girl next… Read more when i grow up →
Appendices Articles Blog buttons Chapters Curriculum Grants Handouts Meeting notes Photos Poems Presentations Records Reviews Scrapbook pages Student work Videos Voice recordings My life electronically. Fragile. Irreplaceable. Somewhat backed up. Blue screen of death. Panic sets in. It could have been the un-backed-up computer, the one with my writing and presenting and professional living and so much work I’d never be able to recreate it. Perhaps, just maybe, this is as important as my photos and scrapbooking and family living that is backed up. The blue screen of death isn’t… Read more my life electronically →
via Pinteresthttp://pinterest.com/ruth_ayres/words/ Every morning for over five months I have been intentional about where my first of each day goes. Remarkably, I awake each morning, happy to get out of bed and ready to read scripture, write, pray, and listen. I drink my coffee and sit still, protected by peace. This has been a life changing experience. It always is when you follow Jesus’ call. Then the last two mornings happened. I overslept. I still had time to get ready for work. I read a few bible verses and a quick… Read more a missed conversation →
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