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words: a love/hate relationship.

it has been so long since i wrote here.

i have written about a million entries that start with that sentence, i know. these last few (eight-ish still counts as a few, right?) months have been crazy. school was more intense than ever, and i have to be honest - when i am writing pages and pages for assignments and also reading pages and pages for homework, words are the last things i want to deal with.

you know, i had never really felt like this before this last summer semester. at the end of the day i can usually find energy to write in a journal or read something for fun (even something online), but these last few weeks...i just couldn't do it. i know it's a pretty superficial and silly thing to complain about, but the sheer amount of words and information that i was taking in (and putting out) in school and with homework was just overwhelming. at the end of the day, my eyes felt tired of going leftrightleftrightleftright and my hands were tired of typing and highlighting and erasing and forming capital, cursive, any kind of letters. i wanted no more words, no more sound, no more information.

what a bizarre desire. i should be ashamed.

i know now that i was just experiencing a bit of burnout. i totally rocked my classes, but i had to work really hard and push myself. i am the luckiest of the luckiest because i get to go to school. i get to learn. i get to study for a specific job and learn from wonderful people who are excellent at their jobs. i am part of a very small percentage of the world's population, and i thank God for that.

but it is time consuming. i write all of this to say that i am going to try to be writing here a little bit more. i actually really like it, because it's nice to get some things off the mind and heart. but be patient if i go 'radio silent' for a while - probably i am buried in school books and word documents and scantron tests. :)

before i go, though, here's a little reminder and something i have been thinking of the last few days: words matter. choose them carefully, and remember that they make a difference.

until next time,

tara.
- 2 July 2011
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s p a c e s .

"the most sacred space is what you create with the one you love" (anonymous)

i have been thinking about that quote lately; perhaps it's because i have been thinking a lot lately of the people i love and the spaces i occupy with them.

thanksgiving was a great time to be in a not-big space (my apartment) with some wonderful people that i love (sweet friends and sweet guests). we had such a great time cooking (well, i decorated and cleaned, given my penchant for disliking strongly anything having to do with marinating, chopping, peeling, or preparing food) and we really enjoyed just relaxing and watching movies. i love being with fun and wonderful people on a fun and wonderful holiday.

however, i also have been giving a lot of thought to the larger spaces that are between me and other people that i love. the distance between and lubbock and oklahoma, for example. west texas and southern oklahoma aren't all that different in weather, food, or culture, so i've never felt too terribly homesick (except for my family, and for trees) - but these last few weeks i have really been missing that place. there's nothing quite like watching a west texas sunset lay itself down on the flat horizon, but there is nothing at all like driving around, listening to the radio, and letting the night slip away in oklahoma. it's just so familiar to me - nothing beats it. i especially love being there for the holidays, with my family, being so excited for the november days to count down to thanksgiving (tacos and turkey!) and enjoying ever december day as they pass with colder and colder weather.

it's cold here, of course, but something is just not the same. i miss oklahoma. i miss my family.

and i am absolutely thinking about the space between rafa and i. the holidays are so hard when you are far away from your family, and apart from the people you love - so of course i am thinking of him so much, and missing him. it's a very challenging thing to actively miss somebody every day (i'm pretty sure every person alive has experienced this) so please keep praying for him, for the scotland team, and for AIMers and missionaries all over the world. they are doing such a brave, incredible work, and these next few months will be a challenge.

however, one thing that rafa and i talk about sometimes is that we seem to have our own little world when we talk. there is no limitation of only-english or only-spanish, because we are each fluent in the other's second language, and we love teaching each other. (i always say that we are fluent in "spanglish.") also - these days, there seems to be no here nor there - he is in scotland, i am in texas, and we are somehow together. there is no night or day when we are together, no wrong time or right time to talk; with the time change and our crazy schedules, we have to make time to talk. there is no mexican or american with us, because we are too much alike and have too much in common to let both of our amazing cultures offend each other. our space of being apart is sometimes awful - it's not easy, and it requires compromise. but our space right now, it is unique and unlike anybody else's. it is frustrating, painful, inconvenient, growing, beautiful, familiar, and personal. together or apart, we live in this world of in-betweens-and-you-and-me, and i would not change our space.

i am also thinking about the space between me and God. i think this an important concept to think about often, and every day. i have been concentrating a lot on how i can show God my appreciation with more than just my words, and how i can grow my relationship with him. thankfully, God has grown me in an incredible way these last few years...when i think about where i was spiritually last thanksgiving, and the thanksgiving before that, and the thanksgiving before that, and when i consider where God will take me in the future...there is no way to not be thankful. my bible teacher at LCU this semester has taught us that God blesses us in order that we may be a blessing to others; i fully believe that and feel so blessed to be one of those people that God has chosen to be one of His tools to be others.

may we all be thankful for our blessings and have the ability to see the best way to use them to bless those around us!

and may we appreciate the spaces we have with those we love - be they small or large.

until next time,

tara.

above: rafa eating turkey last thanksgiving, in shawnee - on the first day we met! i had never seen anybody get so much meat from a bone.

above: me on thanksgiving day, enjoying gnawing on the turkey bone just like rafa taught me!
- 29 November 2010
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i want skinned knees.

let's just jump right in, shall we?

the last time i wrote was nearly a month ago - before i went to mexico, before a lot of things. i'm sure i will write and let go of all those details later (because this is an incredible place for me to let some of the beautiful and even painful things of my life escape into words), but for now, this is what i would like to share with you.

mark 5.

there's a lot going on in this chapter of the bible, which just emphasizes how much will power (and what incredibly long days) Jesus had. he heals a man who is possessed by hundreds of demons (and, by the way, sends those demons into a herd of pigs creating - as rex boyles, one of my favorite bible teachers states - the world's first case of 'deviled ham'). he gives that man a new goal in life, and makes him a missionary (check out vs 19-20). and Jesus probably had to calm his disciples as they sat there and watched him do all this, because they were humans just like you and i - and they would have naturally been afraid of this monster-later-turned-missionary.

now, if i had just done all of that, i would be saying, 'okay guys, let's go take a nice long nap. where's my blanket?' but Jesus wants them to hop back in the boat and row to the other side of the sea of galilee. when they get there, people are all over him. he's gotten famous, obviously, because people are hearing about him healing the disabled and saying things that no human should be able to say. he's famous because he's a rule-breaker.

he's famous because he's bringing hope.

so all these people are pushing and pulling and tugging at him because they want to see him, they want to touch him. in the crowd, there is a man named jairus, a big religious leader in the town, and you should really check out his story and what Jesus does in his life and for his family. it's an amazing thing. but what i want to focus on is another member of that crowd - a woman without a name and without any hope.

the bible only says (vs 25) that she had a 'discharge of blood.' now, i have had plenty of teachers speculate about what that means, and ask, 'now ladies, what do you think that was? how do you think that felt? tell us men about that.' for the sake of time, space, and my sanity, i'm going to let us all just accept that 'discharge of blood' is a good enough description for now.

she was weak and exhausted in the body. she was poor in the bank (it says she spent all her money on doctors and was actually getting worse) and hopeless in the heart. so what did she do?

she humiliated herself.

she had heard about this Jesus too. she had an idea of what he could do. and she had an idea of what she could do - maybe, just maybe, if she touched his clothes for just a second, it would help. if she even touched the bottom of his robe, it should help. it's got to help. it's the only thing that could help.

but how to get there? the bible doesn't say this, but in my mind i can just imagine her trying to push her way through that crowd, eventually getting down on the ground, on the dirt, by everyone's feet -

just to touch one tiny bit of Jesus' clothes, for just one second.

a leap of courage, a choice of crazy faith. she had no idea how he would react - according to jewish law, she was unclean; she had been unclean for twelve years. that takes a hefty emotional toll on a person, and this woman had probably seen a lot of people react to her in nasty ways.

but this man had a heart like nobody else. he called her 'daughter.' this man saw that she was afraid after he recognized what had happened (he felt the power go out of him and began asking who touched him), and once she confessed at what she did - he saw her. in front of everybody - the religious leaders, the disciples closest to him, the whole anxious crowd - this man not only recognized her faith but said it was what healed her.

she took a risk in her desperation. she was at the end of her rope, standing on her tip-toes, out of options, empty bank, no more choices, only faith. she did it because she believed HE could do it.

i think this story so impacts me because i can identify with this woman sometimes. i feel pretty run down - during the day, my brain is constantly churning about all of the things that are going on, and at the end of the day, i am dried up of energies of the heart. i know this is not so unusual, and it's certainly nothing compared to the 'discharge of blood' that our nameless woman suffered with, but it's still my current ailment and i still look for healing every day.

sometimes, i just choose to come to Jesus because i have exhausted all of my other man-made options (trying to control the situation myself, trying to ignore it, etc). sometimes, i choose to come to Jesus because i have heard of what he can do. sometimes, i choose to come to him because he has seen me before and i have to just believe he will see me again.

may we all do what we have to in order to find Jesus - scrape our bellies, skin our knees, hide our pride away. and may he one day recognize our faith, see us, heal us.

until next time,

tara.
- 5 November 2010
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for you, from me.

for you, from me.

these words to you, from me, a surprise, in a public place and in an unexpected way, a fearful thing to my sensitive self, but some things must be said.

my words, our truths -

a gift to both of us for making it through these days, through this distance, through these times, and through these emotions without logic.

an acknowledgement of the agreement we made, to know each other for a long time, to listen with ears clean of pride and doubt, and to hold on tightly without causing any sort of suffocating mess.

you must know, have got to know, i know you know, of the way the breaths seem to come unsteadily when i lay down at night and think of these two things: of just how far away you are and of how it felt as you were near. i am confident in your knowledge of how this feels - though we are a barely bilingual me and you, we have the same words and they come from the same area of the heart and of the brain.

speaking of the brain, remember when i told you of the limbic system? how it coordinates emotion and memory and relationships and bonding? and how when you bond with another human being, all of the information you gather about them goes in there and it sticks and if they go away, like you have gone from me and i have gone from you, then your limbic system struggles because it keeps searching for information about that person?

no wonder we are messes these days. our limbic systems are en fuego.

however, please remind your limbic system that i am here and i would love to see you again, and that these days will be worth it.

also, that my limbic system is sad too.

two things are hard:

   when i suddenly remember something of you, with you, something YOU that is gone,

   and when i suddenly remember something that is here that i want to tell you and can't.

like the other day when i got out of my english class. i truly do despise that class and i was in a sour mood, and quite determined to be that way for a while. but then a song from one CD you made me - the 'carnival' song, with the flute at the beginning - came on, and i could not help but smile that smile that you like that i smile when i am mad and i'm trying not to be, which sometimes makes me more mad but most of the time just makes me smile more and in a more happy way. you cheered me up again in that moment, you popped me out of that sour mood, and you do things like that all of the time. i wanted to tell you of that moment, and have wanted to tell you for days, but i always forget.

now is the time.

when will be our time? it's something we talk about a lot and have nearly no control over.

may the Lord bless me with the ability to step out of my control-freak self - for Him, for me, and for you and i both.

the other thing that makes my heart twist and wring itself out is when i see something and it instantly reminds me of what is not here. today it was the idea of fingertips - don't ask me why, heavens to betsy, because i might have the hardest time explaining it, kind of like i couldn't explain the idea of 'caulk.' but it seemed to wriggle its way through my day, that idea of fingertips, and missing you came with it. some days it is the idea of this smell or that shirt or that hug or...the possibilities are endless.

don't let this be a discouraging downer, baby. i know i can be a bit of a little black rain cloud sometimes, but i only say all this to emphasize how much i feel for you. how strongly, deeply, tightly, sadly, crazily that i miss you. i've said it before and i'll say it again - saying 'i miss you' is good for both of us. it lets you know you are worthy of being missed, and it lets me know that i'm capable of expressing those ideas.

so please, tonight and tomorrow and the next day and the thursday after that and at 8.34 am (and pm) of seven saturdays from last tuesday -

remember these next lines.

   i can't forget everything and i'm hanging on.

     thank you for who you are and thanks be to our God for who He is

   and who He created you to be, and for the opportunity and ability He's given

   us to create the things we do.

     i love you. i miss you.

   te amo y te extraño.

-tara ann.
- 9 October 2010
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bon voyage.

just the ending thoughts to this day, which was
exciting
   stressful
   emotional
   ....restless.
it hurts to lose a friend.

it hurts to not help.
it hurts to not want to forgive.
and it hurts to be able to form words from emotions -
sometimes i wish i didn't know so many words,
that i couldn't place the exact description with this feeling or that hurt,

that i couldn't tell you that when i think about you it's the same feeling that i have when i grab a cup of tea that's too hot and i drop it as a reaction.
mad that it happened,

upset that i didn't handle it better,
stunned with the processing,
and saddened with the fact that you don't care anymore.
i think maybe it's okay to not care. not that you need my permission to let go and press on and all that other junk - that's exactly what you would say. but i think that maybe it's one of those things in life that you learn to accept, that there are times that you just must let people go - times of death, times of hurt, times of loss.

and it's our time now.
may you find what you're looking for and may you recognize what you have.
and Lord help us both - may you only come back around here if both of us are ready to handle it.

bon voyage.
until next time,
tara.
- 4 October 2010
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the third of october.

hey y'all.
well, it's been a while. around three weeks, i guess. i'm sorry for the absence, but when school starts stealing my time and energy and work starts occupying my thoughts and the daily details of life start overflowing my minutes and hours, it's hard to find the moments to sit and write a blog. it doesn't become a priority and it slips through my mind.

there are a lot of things that have happened, but i think i will just let the pictures say what i need to say. enjoy.

love you guys.
until next time,
tara.
ps. listen to 'snowfall' by ingrid michaelson. today. right now.

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- 3 October 2010
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allergens, no. toxins, yes!

hello to all three of you, whoever you are, and happy saturday to you.

i have to admit that my weekend, thus far, is not going so happily. it has been relaxing, yes, but these lovely little things in the air called 'allergens' (which i would like to reclassify as 'toxins') have me feeling like absolute death. i sneeze, i cough, i sniffle, i itch, and i cannot sleep because i wake up feeling these things. my head feels like a 30-pound bag of feathers (which, you know, weighs just as much as a 30-pound bag of bricks...it just makes you sneeze more!) and my body feels like i hugged an iceberg for five hours. i can't get warm, i can't get comfortable, i can't make my throat stop hurting. i don't want to go out (that's where the toxins are! haha), i don't want to stay in and do homework. i feel restless, peace-less, and all-around pathetic-full.

okay, now that's enough of complaining! i just wanted to get that all out somewhere. :)

in other news, my dad came down last weekend for labor day and we had a great time! i am attaching some pictures of that weekend - pictures i took with my NEW camera! oh goodness, that was such a happy surprise. since i broke my last one and then asked for a trip to mexico for my birthday and christmas presents, i wasn't expecting a new little camera for my birthday. but my dad is crazy and generous and treats me way better than i deserve. so thank you, dad! you are the best - and not just because of the things you buy me, but because of who you are and who you've taught me to be by your example.

so i tried to give dad the total lubbock experience - we went to thai thai, we went to the drive-in movies, we went to los tacos (the best!), we went to la michoacana (the mexican grocery store, all imported mexican goods), we went to market street and world market, we went to this mediterranean cafe (a new experience, it was so good!), we had blue sky burgers, and dad even got his hair cut by sasha at sport clips. amazing! we did a lot, we ate a lot, we laughed a lot, and somehow we even managed to rest a lot. yay for labor day!

so here are the pictures.

01 - dad after his meal at los tacos, the best mexican restaurant in lubbock! it's authentic, or so i hear from my mexican friends. :) he had tacos al pastor, and he was even brave enough to try my torta de lengua - basically a sandwich of sliced tongue meat! it was super delicious.

02 - me and my girls outside of los tacos, before we all went to the drive-in!

03 - the first picture i took with my new camera!

04 - dad and i on labor day, before leaving for blue sky burgers.

05 - dad at blue sky, he looks excited!

06 - me at blue sky, i look happy!

07 - sasha at blue sky, she looks nervous!

08 - this was actually tuesday night, but i thought i would include it because it's my first picture without my nose ring! more on that later.

hope you all enjoy your weekend and make it through the sniffles, if you have any. your prayers would be appreciated!

until next time,

tara.

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- 11 September 2010
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currents.

i thought i would make a list of my 'currents' - my favorite things, things on my mind, the things in my recent days. enjoy! :)

[current]

read: any and all school books. biology, literature, old testament, psychology, and history

textbooks - and any class notes.

snack: red velvet yogurt.

drink: cold water, or sweet tea.

music obsession: the billie holiday station on pandora radio.

song: 'forever' by ben harper. go here to listen.

picture: the one below! (rafa and i were at the zoo with my family - what a great memory!)

word: 'sentimental - of or prompted by feelings of tenderness, sadness, or nostalgia.'

website for fun: snippet and ink, a website that has gorgeous pictures of wedding things. don't judge me, beautiful things are beautiful things! :) click to go see.

tv show: 'who's the boss?' and also 'i love lucy.' gotta stick to the classics!

annoyance: when people stinkin' PARK on the access road for the loop! ugh! crazies.

anticipation: for my birthday/birthday party, for the trip to mexico (!), for going to scotland one day hopefully.

prayer: oh so many.

to-do: go to post office, figure out birthday outfit, write people, buy things for mexico (don't worry dad, not too much!), find camera case.

sadness: that the cheap movies is closed (still), that i have so much school left, that sometimes friends hurt and you can't help them.

reassurance: God is good, no matter what, and the Bible is always true. time always passes, true love always stays, and forgiveness (though hard) is always worth it.

until next time,

tara.
- 8 September 2010
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as time goes by.

well, it is monday and another week is starting.

here is something i think about sometimes - units of time. days are made of hours, minutes, and seconds. weekends are made of three days (i always count at least part of friday) and everything they include. weeks hold days and a weekend, months consist of a set of weeks and weekends: many days. and one year, according to our calendar, is twelve months and all their parts - weeks, weekends, days, hours, minutes, seconds. as you build up, a decade is ten years and a century is one hundred and i'm sure that there are more measurements like this, but i'm not going to even go there!

i think i even have it down to my favorite unit of time. it's the month. hours and minutes are too short; they can pass without you realizing what has happened. days are fickle and can either drag on or fly by, and we hardly ever appreciate them. we even dread some of them in spite of their possibilities (anybody hate mondays?). weeks, to me, are the opposite - we usually are thankful for them in retrospect, mostly because we had some crazy project or some intense drama and we conquered it. they also bring us to the weekend, and we love those. rest, relax, veg, hang out, take off: verbs we yearn to do during the week that we fill our weekends with. how could we not love them?

but like i said, my favorite measurement of time (by far) is the month. a group of four(ish) weeks and weekends, thirty(ish) days and all their fragments. it's not too overwhelming, and you can't finish it without realizing what happened. while a year seems like a long time from now, taking it month by month seems like an achievable goal to set. plus, everybody has a month that is special to them because of their birthday, and most months (in america) have a holiday in some form.

i know it seems crazy to think about, but i guess i have spent some time thinking about...well, time. i do have goals set for my future, goals that i am excited about getting to, and i think about the things i need to do in order to get there. i can't wait! but while i am excited for those things, i know i have hundreds and thousands of weeks, weekends, days, hours, minutes, and seconds to fill up before i get there.

that's so important, you know? to not just dread these things coming, to not just look at a long-term goal and wonder, 'will it ever come?' but to fill each moment until then with meaning and, once you get there, to look back with gratitude for your growth.

another cool thing about time is that no matter how we feel about it - whether we are feeling frustrated that it's going by so slowly, or whether we are melancholy that it is slipping through our fingers without notice - God's time is always the same. God's time is on a scale that we can't even comprehend; He exists forever (an infinite amount of days and years and minutes and seconds). He, unlike our weekends, will not end. 2 Peter 3.8 says,

But do not overlook this one fact, beloved, that with the Lord one day is as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day.
that doesn't even make SENSE in my mind, and the only thing i can really understand is that with God, days and years are under control and they are able to be seen and understood. there is great comfort in that for me, especially in these days where it feels like i have a million days of school left, where it feels like rafa will be gone two million days, where the restful weekends feel like they last three minutes, where each homework assignment seems to take seven hours. no matter how i feel about time, God is there in each second and He has control. He is the Giver of each moment, and it is my job to decide what i do with these moments.

i get to control what kind of attitude i have about the time i am given. i can praise God, glorify Him, encourage others, and help heal this broken world if i use my time wisely. as one of my favorite songs says,

'i made up my mind when i was a young girl/i've been given this one world/i won't worry it away.'
('many the miles' by sarah bareilles)
thanks for reading along with my ramblings. i hope they made sense and were encouraging in some sort of way! now go out there and live your moments and be thankful for each second. love you guys, and i am grateful to our God for the time you are given.

until next time,
tara.
- 30 August 2010
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start of second semester.

hello everybody!

well, my first week of the second semester of my freshman year is officially complete. and, i loved it! here is a glimpse into my schedule:

monday: composition & literature, biology, history of the united states I

tuesday: intro to old testament, chapel, general psychology

wednesday: composition & literature, biology, history of the united states I

thursday: intro to old testament, chapel, general psychology

friday: composition & literature, biology

so as you can see, i have some pretty cool classes! (well, chapel isn't technically a class. but even though it's mandatory, i like that we take a break in the middle of the day and praise God and read His Word. and it's always fun to sit and watch some of the weird and crazy people i go to school with!) i am going to be doing a lot of reading this semester. i'm sure as time goes by, i'll be talking more about my individual classes and sharing some of the things i learn.

it's only been a week and i've already been learning a lot, and i've been reminded of things i've learned before. my teachers all seem very cool and good at what they do, and they are all approachable, which makes my job as a student a little easier. i like listening to them, i like taking notes, i like being focused on ideas.

which brings me to another subject - i think i am a little too determined when it comes to school. dad says i come by it naturally, but i can't help but feel that something is a little wrong with me. i'm not a competitive person in the outside world - i don't get really into sports or games (most of the time) - and i wouldn't describe myself as a particularly focused or determined individual (i have been known to burn cookies because i forgot them in the oven and also to leave laundry in the washer, waiting to be dried). i also wouldn't say that i am outspoken - i don't usually say everything i am thinking, especially if somebody doesn't ask me.

but when you put me in a college classroom, something happens in me.

i get competitive, i get serious, i check my compassion and absent-mindedness at the door. i plan ahead, i work ahead, i speak my mind, i come prepared. i listen closer, i focus harder, and any chance of daydreaming goes out the window.

i am in the class, i am in my seat, i am taking notes, i am staring straight ahead, i am reading, i am thinking, i am participating, i am not shrinking. i am present. i am a student.

none of that is to say that i don't have fun in class, because i totally do! most of my teachers are very funny and intelligent as well as challenging, and when you put those things together - well, i am as happy as a clam. a very happy clam with lots of books and notebook paper and pencils.

but school is not a joke for me. i understand that my family has worked very hard for me to be able to wake up and go to my classes every day, and i'm not okay with taking advantage of that. i work hard for my grades, i do well, and i'm proud of that. i may not be a fast runner or a good cook, but i am an excellent student. (as a side note - my constant prayer is that i never take for granted the gifts i have, that i always give credit to the One who created me and blessed me with the abilities i have. so, please know that i'm not at all bragging about any of this school stuff, but i say it with gratitude for my blessings, an acknowledgement that school may be one one of the small handful of things that i do fully devote myself to, and a fierce determination to keep working hard.)

another role i get to play this semester is that of a teacher. last night we had open house for the preschool. the kids in each class came with their parents, met their teachers, found their seats and their cubbies, explored around the room, and played with the toys and puzzles. i was really nervous (the teacher i am working with wasn't going to be there because she takes night classes, so i was kind of finding my way on my own with this one!) but it turned out great. the kids are all pre-k (this is the step before kindergarten, so they are all around 4-5 years old) and so sweet, and most of the parents were really nice. so it was a good time! i am so thankful for that job and i look forward to spending more time with the kids this year.

i'm posting a few pictures here. sorry that they are kind of bad quality, but they were taken with the camera on my cell phone since my other camera is still broken. one of the pictures is of a corner in my room - i got a new chair! a favorite place of mine in lubbock, the cheap movie theater (only $3 for students, $4 for non-students!) went out of business and they were selling these chairs for $25, so i got one. i am so very happy about it! i have always wanted a movie seat in my own apartment, and after some help from my friend brian and some major disinfecting, i have my very own 38-year-old authentic movie seat! :)

the other pictures are of me after my first day of school (tired already!), of the classroom i work in at the preschool (so cute), and of me before open house started (my name tag even said 'ms. tara!'). i hope you enjoy them!

love you guys. i pray for you! keep reading, and thanks for hanging in there.

until next time,

tara.

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I'm a hippie, a dork, an eclectic, a Christ-follower, a peace-seeker, one who loves Christmas lights and Converse and Thai food. I love to create, to listen, to teach and to learn, and I laugh a whole lot. I get to live the abundant life in God. :)

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