I thought long and hard about my outfit for that day, knowing my face would end up on the computer screen of every fan of the newest online publication sensation, re.write magazine. I wanted it (my outfit, that is) to match me, and my story. I chose bright colors, happy colors, and HEARTS. Who doesn’t love hearts?
The day I met up with Elysabeth for my interview it was unusually warm, and very sunny. An absolutely perfect day for taking fun, bright pictures. So we did just that. Being one who is never without my camera I had to take a few pictures of my own.
After both of us got our much-needed pictures, the actual interview began. A couple of months ago, when I first mentioned the idea of sharing my story with Liz for her magazine, I immediately regretted it. The old lies and doubts of my testimony being nothing special began to plague me and I thought, “Crap, I have nothing to say!” Then I re-traced the steps of my life, and the power of remembering took over. I re-played over and over again in my head what I wanted to share with Liz, and then when it came to the actual interview, the carefully rehearsed beginning I had planned was thrown off when she asked one simple question… so simple, I don’t even remember what it was (something about my salvation). All rehearsed lines went out the window.
Two hours and a thousand bunny trails later, and Liz had my life story. It was such a mumbo jumbo, throw-up of words… I was so excited to share I just tried sharing everything all at the same time. When I was finished I thought, “Oh my word I am the worst life-story teller ever, how is Liz going to decipher and coherently piece together the heart of what I was trying to say?” She asked me how I felt and I smiled and said, “Good!” And that was true, I felt good for me, but sorry for her.
Little did I know, that this amazing, God-fearing woman, has a talent for asking the right questions and listening to the words I said, and the ones I didn’t. From the first paragraph of this article, you read ME. I am so blessed, and proud, and excited to share my testimony of God’s keeping power.
If you haven’t had the chance to read it, click on this picture and you will understand what I am talking about.
“re.write magazine is a bi-monthly online publication dedicated to storytelling. But not your average storytelling. These stories are of ordinary people, whose lives have been transformed by a very extraordinary God. Each story is nonfiction, unembellished, and sometimes, extremely raw.
But here’s the spoiler alert: each story ends with hope.”
This past week I went two full days without my camera. I was facetiming with my dad (who now has an iPHONE! have I mentioned that yet? my whole ENTIRE immediate family— all eleven of us, can now imessage and facetime— pure JOY — I love apple!) when he mentioned hearing about me being without my nikon… “What did you do Melody? Two full days of not being able to catch any memories. You couldn’t take any pictures.” Thanks, Dad. But it was, in fact, a terrible time for me. Okay, okay, my joy does not rest with my camera— I tend to be dramatic.
I got my camera back, and went for a walk. Every time I do, I see something new, really! It’s true. Yes I said true to rhyme with do and new, I am a Kindergarten teacher after all.
I wanted to pick this chair up and bring it home with me. I just love it!
I have been known to lose my phone. I have left it on the subway (three times) the legit train/train (once) and then in a taxi in Thailand (never to be seen again— believe it or not, all the other times I got my phone back).
But one thing I have never, ever, ever, ever done is leave behind my camera. For one thing, it is a leeeetle bigger than a phone, it is a beast— so it is easier to notice its absence. For another, I am always taking pictures. Always.
Yesterday we had an amazing event at church to show honor and celebrate two holidays (Valentine’s Day and White Day). The brothers honored the sisters of the house, and the sisters honored the brothers. For the past two years we had two separate events, but this year we decided to combine them (with the wisdom of our campus pastor) because there are just so many more women in the church than men. It was so much fun.
I got home, exhausted and fighting a headache but happy the night went smoothly… when my phone rings. WHAT? I LEFT MY CAMERA AT CHURCH?!
I have to wait until TUESDAY NIGHT to get it back. Two full days without my camera? How will I live? What will I do?
Time to get creative.
Looks like I will be searching for some more camera apps on my iPhone, anyone have a good one to recommend?!
The gift we received last night from the brothers were these two magnets of our head pastor and our campus pastor that are now on my fridge, the ladies loved them!
“Hey buddy, why aren’t you in line yet?”
“Because I had banana feet Ms. Welton!” he is on the floor switching his shoes.
“How do you spell toilet?” -kindergarten girl, I look at her paper and she had written “toyit”.
Learning about past, present, and future. Finish the sentence, “When I was a baby I could…”
“Drink my mommy’s milk!”
“I want to learn to be creative.” Kindergarten girl
“You are being creative right now!” 1st grader
“Yes, because God created the world, and He created us. Ms. Welton, did God create Adam out of mud?” A different 1st grader
“Do you like my new shoes?” one boy to his friend.
“I do, I really do like your new shoes.”
“Then you should color your shoes so that they are the same color as mine!”
Today a boy gently pushed another boy, he fell off (a very short chair) and landed softly on the ground. He BURST into big crocodile tears. I asked him if it hurt. “No.”
“Then why did you start crying?”
“Because it almost hurt really bad.”
Ohhhh, it almost hurt.
First graders writing “How-to” Books. Example I used, “How to make Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich.” We brainstorm ideas of what to write. How to do a cart-wheel, how to make a fruit salad, how to pray…
“How to make love?”
Ms. Welton giggles like a schoolgirl. “How to love somebody? That is so sweet.” I recover quickly. No way was I asking her the steps for that one.
Things I say: “don’t eat that sign”, “stop chewing that book”, “don’t eat your pencil”, “stop eating your boogers”…