Whoops, I am a day behind, but it is what it is…..
I decided to write my post for the letter G about God. And I will start by saying that I believe in God. This might not be a really popular thing to say — even among people who do believe in God. And while I believe in God, I certainly don;t go around professing to to everyone (and I know some people would say that I should be going around professing it to help others, but I’m not going to do that).
Just because I believe in God doesn’t mean everyone does, and I am fine with that. I don;t think believing in God makes a person better or worse than any other person. Having a relationship (or not having a relationship) with God is a personal thing, which is the main reason I don;t go around advertising that I believe in God. This is my belief, my relationship, and you (whoever you are) don;t necessarily have a place in it.
I believe in God for many reasons. One reason is because it makes me feel good to believe in a higher power in this world and in my life. It brings me comfort and joy believing that there is a source of strength in this world that I can turn to in times of need.
I believe in God because I find comfort in believing that there is a life I can have beyond this one on earth. I find peace in believing that the people I love that I have lost still live on in some form, and that when I am no longer on this earth, I won’t be gone forever. I especially find comfort in believing that some people I know who have endured things in life that are pretty tough will have the reward of a more perfect life beyond this one.
I believe in God because I see things happen that I see as answered prayers. I see impossible situations resolved, and I say, “That’s proof of God.”
I certainly have crises of faith, too. When I see bad things happen for no apparent reason (I think about former students who have died young, not being able to live their lives beyond age 18), when bad things happen in this world, when difficult things happen in my own life and I become filed with anger or sadness — these situations will trigger my doubts, sometimes minor doubts, sometimes really significant doubts. In those cases, somehow I always find my way back to believing in God. I might read, or I might talk to someone, or I might stumble upon something that reaffirms to me that my belief is not misguided.
Maybe you agree with me; maybe you don’t. Either way, it doesn’t matter. Like I said before, we all can have the relationship we want (or don’t want) with God. Someday, we will all know for sure if we were misguided (but I’m not ready for that anytime soon).

It seems only natural to write about education considering I have been a teacher for almost 30 years. I graduated from college in December of 1989 and in January 1990, I took my first official teaching job. I took on a medical leave at my alma mater. It was a part time job, only teaching two class periods of junior level literature, but I couldn’t be more excited. I was a real teacher.
I hate to say it, but I am downright afraid of death. That’s probably not a popular thing to admit. I should probably say something like, “Death is inevitable. Death is just a part of life. Death will happen to all of us.” Or maybe the religious side of me should say, “There is nothing to be afraid of because there is an afterlife. You will be with God.”
I don’t know why the issue of consent is such a hot-button topic for me, but it is. Maybe it’s because I found myself a victim of sexual abuse twice in my life, once around age 13 or 14, another time when I was probably 9 or so. In both cases, it never occurred to me to say no or to tell the men to stop. When I was 9, I didn’t want to be rude to an adult. As a teen, I thought I had somehow led the guy on and so I had no choice but to follow through on what he wanted.
In January of this year, I did something very out of character for me: I signed up to take a boxing fitness class. I do not enjoy group fitness classes, and I don’t know a thing about boxing except that I don;t ever want to box with anyone because I don’t want to get hit. I brought along a security blanket in the form of my friend Emily (had she not wanted to go with me, I am fairly certain that I would never have gone by myself).
We do lots of circuit work in the class, and we do everything it seems — cardio, weights, balance, body weight exercises, core work, coordination. Most of these are things I consider weaknesses, especially balance, coordination, and core (quick side note about coordination — there is so much going on with boxing and coordination; we get in the ring with Anne holding the pads while she calls out combinations and I have to make my arms and feet do all the right things in the right direction at the right time — it’s a GREAT body/mind workout!). In the first class, Anne had us do quick planks. She showed us different variations we could do to meet our fitness level (that is one of the things I really love about Anne — she has variations we can do to match our fitness level or to accommodate our limitations (like my knee). My first plank was basically on my forearms and knees, and I think I held it for about 15 seconds, rested for 5, and finished the last 10.
Well, why not start of the Blogging A to Z Challenge with a topic that will surely raise some eyebrows and tick people off!