Most of my days here at Casa are the same old same old responsibilities,so that's why most of the time you don't hear from me.

As I have said before, I love teaching! I'm so glad God has given me the chance to teach Emma! I will be happy for Paula and Emma when the adoption is complete; but it will be a bitter sweet time for me! I will really miss teaching Emma! Being with Emma is the best part of my day because I am able to do what I love!

I'm also thankful that God continues to give me opportunities to do what I love!

A couple of months ago Tim asked me to work with two of his boys that were having trouble reading. He ask me to see if they had the ability to learn to read. I'm always willing to work with kids; but it was kind of scary because I wasn't sure I could do it in Spanish. I would definitely be out of my comfort zone; but I agreed to see what I could find out. As I sat down to work with each one of them I was surprised at how well thing went! Everything just seemed to come naturally as I worked with them. It was exciting to be able to go back to Tim and give him a report on the two boys! Since then I have been working with them every Saturday morning for about 25 or 30 minutes each. It's been exciting to see them make progress as we practice! I say, "We" because our time together has gives me a chance to practice reading in Spanish too. I would really like to work with them more; but it's difficult because of my other responsibilities. Please pray for us as we continue to work on our reading. With God's help I know we can improve our reading!

I received the forward below in an e-mail and thought it was something that we all needed to hear every once in a while. It's very easy to get overwhelmed with our day to day lives and forget why we are here. I hope this will be an encourgagement to someone today who is overwhelmed by their day to day life; it was to me! This forward was actually written for moms; but it it applies to anybody who works with children.

* The email said that it was written by Nicole Johnson,
who used to use it at the Women of Faith conferences she
spoke at.


I'm invisible.......

It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, "Can't you see I'm on the phone?"

Obviously not. No one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I'm invisible.

Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this? Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, "What time is it?" I'm a satellite guide to answer, "What number is the Disney Channel?" I'm a car to order, "Pick me up right around 5:30, please."

I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude -- but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again.

She's going ... she's going ... she's gone!

One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England . Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well.

It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself as I looked down at my out-of-style dress; it was the only thing I could find that was clean. My unwashed hair was pulled up in a banana clip and I was afraid I could actually smell peanut butter in it. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, "I brought you this."

It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe . I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: "To Charlotte , with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees."

In the days ahead I would read -- no, devour -- the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great cathedrals-- we have no record of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.

A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, "Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it."

And the workman replied, "Because God sees."

I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, "I see you, Charlotte" .

I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over.

You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become."

At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.

I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder.

As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.

When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, "My mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand-bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table."

That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home.

And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, "You're gonna love it there."

As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.

May God bless each one of you as you help prepare the next generation to make a difference in their world!

In closing I would like to say, "Thanks!!!!!!" Your prayers, love and support for our children and staff here at Casa means a lot!!!!!!!!!!! You'll never know what a blessing you are to each one of us!!!!!!!!!!

His servant,
Angie