They say.

My dad came out and lived with me for a week. After wards he smiled at me and said, "Tasha, I wonder what they say about you."

I was thinking about that this morning while I was brushing my teeth and dancing to morning music. I caught my reflection in the mirror and understood. Furry slipper boots, yellow ruffled pajamas and a toothbrush hanging out my mouth can only equal one thing. Fabulous.

Maybe he was referring to my car's bad smoking habit she developed a few years ago. Every morning she puts a hole in the ozone. One of these days her chain smoking is going to be the end of her. Or maybe it was in reference to how I never match. Or the way I get really giggly at night. And overconfident in the sun.

So I was sitting in church this morning. Thinking about how school starts soon and the meetings this week. And slowly, the anxiety and lists and projects consumed my peace. I vowed that as soon as church was over, I would rush to my classroom and get life under control.

And then I made the mistake of opening my Bible. And I realized how long it had been since I'd given Him time. And how much I missed hearing from Him.

So instead of knocking things off my list, I packed my journal and Bible up and went to the beach. And spent the afternoon with Him. I had the sweetest time with Jesus today. He reminded me that I'm not here because I'm a stellar teacher. Or because I'm the best at explaining verbs. It's because our world doesn't understand love. And they don't know Him. And those two- they're what get us through.

I have no business going into that classroom with a tired heart. They'll learn their multiplication tables and cursive. They might even learn a thing or two about science and reading and grammar. And they better love history. But what I hope they learn and what I hope they remember forever is that God is real. And that His love for us is reality.

I hope that's what they say about me. That I was in love with Love.