Yevet Tenney

I visited with my daughter’s English teacher today.It was one of those parent-teacher conversations where you find out what’s missing in the grade book. “There’s only one assignment missing. She needs to write an essay about how she feels about liberty and turn it in by Monday. That will bring up her grade.”

After I graduated from college with my bachelor’s degree, I had the rewarding opportunity to work with the Youth Conservation Corp, a program to meet the needs of teens in a summer camp situation.

With Valentines a few days away, I can’t help but think about the bold-faced lies the media is telling our young people about this thing called love.When I was growing up, love meant something beautiful and enduring. L stood for Loyalty; O stood for obedience to God first; V stood for vigilance about virtue; and E stood for eternal bonds.

Believers attribute everything to God, and non-believers attribute everything to coincidence. I often wonder how two people can witness the same experience and come up with totally different explanations.

A few weeks ago, I taught my husband’s heavy equipment class of high school students how to write a résumé and cover letter and gave them information to prepare them for an interview with a potential employer. I talked to them about skills, work experience, education and interests. I talked of job portfolios and letters of recommendation.

Frost crocheted like lace flutters over the windows and waits for the sun to melt it away. The morning sunlight leaps and dances over the new fallen snow, and the blue abyss of sky stretches forever in cloudless wonder over the trees that droop with their burden of wet snow and icicles, which scrape the whiteness below.