I was quite the Yearbooker in my day. Yep, I cut and pasted and wrote badly constructed articles with the best of them.

One of the challengers to a yearbook staffer is extracting teachers' messages from the teachers, and I'm no exception, now that I've had a chance to forget about getting a teacher's message to the yearbook committee by their initial deadline.

One routine school morning, in perhaps my ninth year of education, I discovered a note on my desk. This note was from one of my teachers--my Aunt Barb ("Miss") to be precise. It challenged me to have more faith, using George Muller as an example.

I sort of wondered what brought that on, was it something I'd done that she thought I needed to think about exercising more faith muscle? I thought about it briefly, then went on with my life.

A while later I asked Miss about her teacher's message, and she told me she'd already given it to me. That was news to me, but then I thought about it. Oh...was that your teacher's message?

What did you think it was, she wondered. I don't know, I didn't think it through, I just figured it was something for me. If I remember right, I couldn't even find the "note" she had put on my desk.

That seems to happen to me every once in awhile. Something will happen, I'll think about it briefly, but un-thoroughly, and then I'll be asked about it later. What do you have to say for yourself? Well, nothing. I just didn't think it through.