The Bible Women’s Project

What a blessing it is to be part of a revolutionary piece that has the opportunity to redefine how we connect with one another. Don’t let the name stop you from reading; please just give me a chance to explain, or at least take a few minutes to watch the video. This piece so delicately weaves the stories of women from the Bible with the stories of women in our current day and age. There is no agenda here. No one is going to beat you over the head with a Bible and demand that you convert to Christianity. That isn’t even what I believe the love of Christ is about. Instead, there is a recognition that there are so many people out there; people who need to be loved and simply to be heard. This beautiful piece gives voice to those who are forgotten, feel alone, and confused. It strives to be a safe place where taboo subjects like suicide, incest and homosexuality are discussed in a manner that shows the true love of Christ. Sometimes, there are no answers. Sometimes there are simply many stories.

I began this journey in October 2014, meeting with other women to discuss the stories of women in the Bible. We recognized many of the women in the Bible in the stories from our own lives. We became a family, listening to stories that were finally being spoken out-loud only because of the community we created. There was no judgement; only love and recognition that all of us were broken people struggling together as Christian women. We became a support system for one another; praying for each other, encouraging each other, and never letting any of us fall by the wayside. Never did I imagine – nearly two years later – what God would do with our stories. Now, after a weekend of encore performances, a revival this past fall, and our most recent performance in a local church, we are headed to the New York Fringe Festival in August, where we will be able to share our stories beyond the city of Boston.

But we can’t do it alone. The most important thing I’ve learned through this process is that community is essential. So I invite you to be a part of ours. Do you want to be part of this extraordinary once in a lifetime opportunity? Do you want to touch the lives of countless individuals? Our stories need to be heard. Their stories need to be heard. Maybe your story is here; it needs to be heard. Donate now to help us raise enough money to take this beyond the walls of the church and into the hearts and the homes of those who need to be a part of The Bible Women’s Project.

As A Chapter Closes

Another one begins. I have this love-hate relationship with change. I always love the new and exciting, which I guess is part of the reason that I love to travel so much. Change brings with it a plethora of different and unique experiences. But with change comes this feeling of leaving something behind – like a part of you is being left wherever you were. And then the question is; does that part of you get forgotten? Do you remember that place, have those personal connections, but everyone else moves on? Ever since I was a little girl this has always troubled me: Do we actually leave a part of ourselves behind? Are we less of a person because our whole selves do not come with us?  And then what happens?

I remember feeling this way when I moved between 6th and 7th grade. I said goodbye to everything around me, and promised myself and my friends that I would be back. But when I returned four years later, everything was different. I found myself in the places I had grown up, yet, it was almost like I was never there. The buildings were there, my memories were there; I could point out to you where my heart was broken, my favorite tree, where I had been dropped on my face, the acorn war zone, the playground that was my spaceship to the moon, but the people had come and gone. It was like looking into a snow globe of the past. I was there, but I wasn’t. I have pictures, notes, and objects that remind me of my childhood. I have countless stories to tell. But I feel like there is a piece of me still back there. But she doesn’t have any of her friends who have long since abandoned her. In a sense, she’s just a ghost. As I am ending the chapter of another year of teaching, it comes with many of these same bittersweet emotions. And I am left wondering, who am I leaving behind? What will I find if I ever return?

I believe that a huge part of teaching is developing a relationship with students. I love my students, as much as if they were my own children. For nine months we have worked and grown together; saying goodbye to them has been challenging. I always tell them, “Once you’re my student, you’re my student for life.” And what is left of these nine months? Well, if you look above the cabinets in the prep room there are a few pieces of student work. These are just mementos of ideas for a future teacher to do, but really, that is all that is physically left of my time there. Most likely these things may not even last through the summer before a new teacher or janitor comes in to clean it out.  I even took my name plate with me, so there is nothing that marks that door as once being mine. As I pack up the things in my class and return it to the plain, empty walls where it all started, I wonder about who will inhabit the room next: What activities will they do? Will they care about their students? How will they decorate the walls? Will I just be another teacher that came and went?  In reality, did I leave anything behind?  Am I pondering all these questions for nothing?

But I can’t help feel like something isn’t quite right. I can’t help but feel like there is a piece of me in all of these different places I have lived and worked. So, I suppose that no matter what the circumstances, when things change a piece of us is left behind. I definitely feel like I am not walking away from this classroom with a whole heart. But this is what I have come to realize; the pieces that I am leaving behind aren’t necessarily physical. It’s not about the buildings or the school projects or the name plates. I’m not really leaving a ghost of girl long forgotten. Rather, I am leaving behind memories: of assignments that didn’t always go as planned, of countless hours working through problems, of questioning and testing and talking together. So instead of my life being smaller, I believe that change allows my world to grow bigger. I don’t think that changing and moving takes away who we are. I think it enriches our story. Each of my childhood friends, is a part of who I am today. Each of these students I taught carries a part of me. And maybe, my interactions with them, in this tiny part of their life, made a difference. Who knows what these students will accomplish? Maybe that is really what I leave behind. Maybe it was just an encouraging word, a smile on a bad day, a helpful hand. I hope this is the piece of me that I have left behind and it makes me wonder what might happen next because I left those parts of me behind.

To Boldly Go!

To boldly go…where I have never gone before: into the realm of blogging.  I have said over and over again that I was going to eventually start a blog.   As I transition out of school and move forward into what will surely be an interesting summer, I want a place to share my adventures, my thoughts and my stories.  There is never a dull moment in my life, and now I finally have a platform to share it with someone.  Hopefully these stories will make you laugh, bring you encouragement, call you to action to change the world or maybe just be the thing you needed to put a smile on your face.  My hope is to share my tiny perspective of the world with you, and in return learn yours.  So, here is to new beginnings, exploration and adventure, and boldly blogging!