Category: ‘Gratitude’

30 Days of Gratitude–Day 7

7 November, 2015 Posted by liascholl

Teachers

My friend Steve Huff wrote a beautiful piece on his high school drama teacher on Facebook. It made me remember teachers who influenced me. One in particular.

She was a biology teacher–a partner in a teaching team who taught all the biology classes at my high school in Nashville. Her name was Mrs. McGee, and her teaching partner was Mrs. Welch. I remember laughing heartily at calling them McFlea and Belch. (I did mention this was high school, right?)

On one winter day in the 10th grade, in biology class, I was not ready for our daily quiz. In fact, I had been sick the day before and missed it, so I was making it up. My lab partner started helping me with answers. Cheating. Shocked?

Mrs. McGee may have been shocked as she came over to me and removed the quiz from my hands. “Lia,” she said,”Do you not know that if you have to hide, what you are doing is wrong?” Or something like that. And I swear, these words have determined much of the mission of my whole life. It is certainly the reason I have advocated for an end to stigma for sex workers and LGBTQ folks.

What I learned? Don’t do stuff you have to hide. And even more than that, don’t hide stuff you do, even if the mores and conventions of this world aren’t ready to know that you do those things.

We all start out hiding ourselves. I think it’s because we have a deep seated fear that we won’t meet others’ expectations of us. But growing up, and being an adult means opening to the vulnerability of truly being ourselves, with no hiding. Because the only way we truly feel loved is if people truly know us. Otherwise, we think, “You can’t really love me, you don’t really know me.” It’s the easiest, biggest “but” we can have in life.

I know that God truly knows us, and truly loves us. No buts.

And for this, I am grateful.

 

30 Days of Gratitude-Day 6

6 November, 2015 Posted by liascholl

Books and ArtBooks

There is such pleasure in books. It’s hard to know exactly what the pleasure is—is it the type face, the actual words, or even the smell of the book? Is it the fan of the pages? Is it in the knowledge that is deep inside?

I love books. I love all books. But I especially love books I don’t own!

I’ve had  a love affair with books my whole life. From the 10¢ Harlequin romances of my youth to my theological tomes from Divinity school. I have had bookcases, and bookcases, and bookcases. And I’ve traveled with them, too, carrying them in boxes (bankers’ boxes are the best) from one home to the next and to the next and to the next.

Until now. I am now down to 8 or 9 boxes of books. And let me tell you, it is liberating to be free of all that weight. I culled my books before my last move, and donated more than I took with me. Now I can use them as a decorating option, rather than having to stuff them in layers on book shelves. Now they look neat. And now, each one is dear to me.

And I’m grateful for each one.

30 Days of Gratitude-Day 5

5 November, 2015 Posted by liascholl

BrowniesBrownies

Last night at our Wednesday night supper, a church member brought me gluten free brownies. I might have mentioned that gluten free anything can be rather lackluster. It’s not the taste, it’s the texture. (Hint: gluten is all about texture).

Oh, but these brownies. I think they’re sort of “trash” brownies. She poured in some caramel sauce. Threw in some leftover gluten free Halloween candy. There’s even nuts in there.

And they are delicious.

But seriously. It’s not the brownies. It’s how much love went into making them.

And I am grateful.

30 Days of Gratitude-Day 4

4 November, 2015 Posted by liascholl

The BEST Job in the World

Today was one of those days… you know them. Kinda dragging in (I mean, come on! It’s the first week of the time change). Meeting with folks at my new “office hours” on the campus of Wake Forest University (I’m in the North Dining Hall Starbucks, Wednesdays at 9:30-11). Within minutes, folks come in, and we’re laughing.

Then running over to the “real” office, where, well, more laughter. Then running over to campus and lunch with a staff person.

Then time with our Intern, then to the best part of the day…

A little background. Last May we discontinued Wednesday night suppers because our “chef” retired. Thinking we couldn’t have food that is as good for as cheap, we just cancelled. But by popular demand, Wednesday nights are back. Thanks to a catering menu at Subway and bottled ice tea, we’re meeting again. Proving that it’s not about the food (although we definitely miss the home-cooked part), but it’s about the folks.

I serve the best church ever.

And I’m grateful.

30 Days of Gratitude, Day 3

3 November, 2015 Posted by liascholl

Friendship

Today, I made a new friend. Sure, we’ve “passed each other on the hall” a few times over the last year or so. We’ve shared the dais on occasion. We share interests and friends in common, and well, similar jobs.

But we hadn’t ever sat and talked. Unfortunately, it took an injury to give her the time to do it. But still, it was good.

And I am grateful.

30 Days of Gratitude Day 2

3 November, 2015 Posted by liascholl

Chicken

In case you don’t know, I’m a weird eater. No gluten (intolerant), no shellfish (allergic), very little fast food (bleck!) leaves me eating a lot of salads (when I’m in a hurry) and being disappointed in food, a bunch. But not last night…

I turned a whole chicken and some veggies and two boxes of Bisquick (one glutinous and the other not) into chicken and dumplings. They were smack-your-momma-good. And even Pockets liked them.

I’m grateful for home cooking, and the little gluten-free substitutions that work their wonders, once in a while.

Oh! And I’m grateful for leftovers!

30 Days of Gratitude Day 1

1 November, 2015 Posted by liascholl

Today I am grateful for all those who have gone before…

All Saint’s Day always reminds me of Barbara Watts–a minister, chaplain, and friend who passed a few years ago. She was the first woman minister ordained by my home congregation. She liked outrageous outfits and matching (fabulous) shoes.

She was a role model. And, in so many ways, a saint. Flawed, like all of us. Fiercely feminine. And so loving. She taught me the power of prayer, the niceness of notes, and the supremacy of song.

I miss you, Barbie. Thank you.

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