God's Dreams

I just returned from a "GodChicks" conference in California. This was my first time in California- I was absolutely excited to go- nothing is more fun than exploring new territory. We could not get to one destination without getting lost.

Most people would find that quite frustrating, but we laughed hysterically over our lack of direction. This weekend was filled with much laughter as my mom, sister-in-law and I set out on an adventure of a lifetime.

I went to the conference expecting some things from God. I have had many dreams in my life, that I have allowed to sit in my heart and be weighed down by a feeling of inferiority and lack of self esteem. I wanted God to take the weight off of my heart so my dreams could be released. In order for that weight to be lifted off of my heart, I had to let go.

As the weekend progressed, I heard well-known speakers describe the same feelings I have had. The feeling of not being good enough, or the feeling that they had nothing to offer. It was as if God had whispered in their ear- and told them how I was feeling. And He probably did. That's how much he loves.

The outcome- the dreams are alive in me and I am taking the steps I need to take in order to make sure that God's plan is fulfilled. I believe these dreams are not truly mine, but they are God's dreams that he has placed in my heart because he knows me, he created me, and I will be everything he intended me to become.

What are my dreams???.............You just wait and see!

A Touch from God

I have been in Chicago for the past several days. The Watoto choir has arrived from Uganda and they are preparing for their tour. It is a wonderful opportunity to be around when they experience things for the first time. I was able to see them roast marshmallows, taste hotdogs, and try chocolate mousse (not a favorite of theirs).

I wanted to share about one of the most touching moments in my life. We were finishing our Sunday service with a time of prayer. The choir prayed for each of us. I was so touched as each of the children layed hands on me and prayed that God would guide me as I helped to find sponsors for the children at Watoto. I was moved as I listened to the voices of children who have traveled a hard journey, pray for me. It felt as though, God himself put his hands on me and in a sense, He did.

My heart is full. The time with the children has been more than I expeceted. The prayer will be something I will never forget!

A Day in History

Labor day 2007 was a day for the history books. My parents and my family went to the lake for the day. A friend of ours has a boat and he took us out in the boat all day. (Thanks Steve H.) What a great time we had! Two very amazing things occurred throughout the day.

First, my dad who is 61 years old- skied like a young dude! We were all impressed! Although this was pretty amazing stuff and I am sure this feat could make it in the Guinness Book of World Records- This is was not as shocking as what I am about to show you.
MY MOM WENT TUBING!! This will be unbelievable to our family members (that's why I got pics). My mom, who does not love the water, got into the lake, on the tube, and held on for dear life. She really doesn't like lake water because she can't see what is in it. It was a somewhat crazy ride. I remember at one point, she and I were thrown totally in the air. In her words, "I would have held on until the handles ripped off of the tube."


Then, Steve, showed off a little on the skis. I was impressed that he got up the first time and stayed up for a while. Along with skiing, he did some knee-boarding, (no so good at that) and tubing. Needless to say he was exhausted by the end of the day.

What a day we had. It was absolutely perfect- missing only one element.... my brother and his family.

Fourth-Grade Rock Band

So, the new school year has started and I have had several people ask me if I miss teaching. There are certain parts of teaching that I miss deeply and there are other parts of teaching that I do not miss one iota! I miss the students and the crazy antics. Each day I had a story to come home and tell my family. Many evenings, we would sit and laugh around the dinner table over the funny things that occurred in my classroom.


One year, while teaching fourth grade our school attended an assembly that was about a man that could play the spoons, (that's a whole blog in itself!) My students were inspired- so inspired, that they wanted to start their own band. The idea was that each one who wanted to play would have to choose a ruler, pencil, or any other school supply as their instrument and try out in front of the classroom bully.

After several recesses of trying out- some were accepted and some were cut!

When my students came in from recess- I knew something bad went down on the playground. Everyone was yelling and two students were crying. When I finally got the story, I found out that the "band" had instructed their bodyguards (they thought of everything) to "pound" anyone who came near them.

Well, by the time I got to the bottom of everything, I had enough! In my very stern teacher voice I told the band that they were disbanded and that they could no longer play.

With that, we lined up and took a bathroom break.

While I was waiting for my students to finish getting a drink, one of the boys approached me and said in a very gangster-type whisper "Mrs. Wulf, I've got to tell you something, but I can't tell you here."

When we returned to the room, and while other students were preparing for Math, I asked the boy what he wanted to tell me.

In his gangster whisper,he said "There is talk that the band will be getting together to practice secretly- I just thought you should know."

As the "Godfather" of the room, I put them in their place and threatened to send them to the principal if they could not abide by my rules. I know that seems like a rather lame threat- but to a 9 year-old, going to the principal's office can cause a serious meltdown. (that's another story)

It is moments like these that I miss and when I reflect on them....I catch myself smiling!