Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Teaching and STEM Updates

One of the disadvantages of having a brain skewed to the left is the tendency to see the practical obstacles (everything that could possibly go wrong) with a new idea. My daughter and my husband don't see obstacles; they only see opportunities. So we balance each other out, and I have to make an effort everyday to NOT be a dream crusher.

So imagine my surprise when my husband and daughter looked at me like I had two heads when I told them I would be filling in for the band director at school. They only saw the obstacles. (I've never directed a band before; I dropped out of band in 11th grade, etc.) "Did you not consider what that would involve?" they asked. 


They doubted me, but I put my engineering and business management skills to work for me, and the band made great progress that week while the director was out.  I just had to choose leaders for each section (cross-functional teams), delegate authority to those with the best skills set (who can best conduct this band for me?), offer the right incentives (if you learn this new Mozart piece, we'll play "Happy" next), and make tool substitutions as necessary to minimize downtime.

Now where did that conductor's baton go?  Here's a coat hanger.  Use that instead. 




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My daughter doubts me in other ways, too.

Then when my daughter came into my classroom the other day to find me wearing an apron, she said, "You must be doing some sort of messy science experiment because you couldn't possibly be cooking." Teachers don't have time to teach and cook, don't ya know!


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I got to sub for a weight lifting class the last week of school before Fall Break, so I challenged the students in the class to one of our Mighty Mom weight workouts. Who thinks the athletes and/or jocks could keep up with the Mighty Moms? I lead by doing, so I knew it would be fun, but guess how many agreed to do my workout?  Not even one!

Maybe they didn't like having a female in the classroom messing up their mojo.  Maybe they didn't want me to guide them in full body training and injury prevention.   All I know is that I was not who they were expecting, and they motivated me to bust out a crazy number of pull-ups, plyo-push-ups, one-arm push-ups and a full body weight routine to boot.  

#‎teachertalkingsmack‬ ‪#‎weteachsowecanplay‬ ‪#‎onthejobtraining‬
 
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Arthur L. Schawlow (Professor of Physics at Stanford University, 1981 Nobel Prize in physics) wrote, "It seems to me that when confronted with the marvels of life and the universe, one must ask why and not just how. The only possible answers are religious. . . . I find a need for God in the universe and in my own life."

We all need God, but few are willing to admit it.
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 I encouraged all my students to watch the fourth blood moon of the current tetrad (significant in Jewish history - happening only eight times in the past 2000 years and will not happen again for 600 more years) which took place September 27-28.  It was much too cloudy to get a good view of the blood moon last night, but we did at least get to see it eclipse behind the clouds.

Then when I taught the science behind a total lunar eclipse at a rather formal Christian school and tried deliver a compelling Biblical analogy comparing the lunar eclipse to the darkening of the human heart that occurs when the things of this world come between you and the Son (the light of the world) so that you no longer reflect His light into the world's darkness... I accidentally started singing, "Total Eclipse of the Heart" (just that one title phrase, no mention of needing you tonight) before catching myself and apologizing for the impact the world's 80's music has had on your own heart.  Then a dear student said, "That's okay, Teacher my mom sang that same song too when we watched the eclipse on Sunday night, and I even know the singer's name. It's Bonnie Tyler."

Another teacher told me I should have given him extra credit!  LOL

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Since the Bible is divinely inspired and always relevant, each time we read the same passage, it takes on deeper meaning or provides new application for our lives as our circumstances change. It truly is like no other document anywhere. In the past, when I have gotten in a rut, usually due to my own lack of focus or effort, studying history has helped make it fresh again as I see how prophecies have unfolded exactly as foretold over time. Studying science has a similar effect as technology enables us to make discoveries deeper into the ocean, further into space, or down to tiny molecular levels only to realize that these same discoveries were described in the OT thousands of years before such mysteries could be fathomed, much less revealed. I dare any of my believing students who will be learning about some of these new discoveries for the first time over the next few classes to read Genesis, Psalms, Job, or Proverbs afterwards without seeing so much more there than you ever saw before. I pray you will be compelled to worship and love Him more.

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ANOTHER SOAPBOX RANT ON TEACHING:

I do not have a degree in elementary education, so I have not been taught by elite academia what my guiding principles should be in the classroom. Thus, I have adopted the following principles based on what I have studied on my own, observed, tested, and learned from God's word. I am stating them publicly here to hold me accountable. How do these ideas compare to what they say I "should" be doing?

THEME: Never expect more from students than you consistently give to them.

  1. If you expect students to love learning, be passionate about the subject, or enjoy your class, then you must love your students unconditionally, enjoy the subject you teach, and point to God's glory in all of it.
  2.  If you want students to grow in confidence and achievement, never belittle them, especially when they simply do not understand the way you teach. Be willing to teach the material in a different way.
  3. If you want them to believe that diversity is good, do not insist that they all conform to your one oddly shaped mold. Instead of "teaching to the middle" as they say, teach to individual students by incorporating different teaching methods that appeal to multiple learning styles, particularly the visual spatial, kinesthetic, social, or logical learners whose brilliance too often gets buried under the false perception a teacher gives when insisting that a child can't learn if he doesn't readily learn in the only way the teacher knows how to teach.
  4. Don't expect students to give their very best effort if you are too lazy to rewrite the same lesson plan you've used for the past 20 years. Continuously improve what you give them.
  5. Similarly, if you want your students to become avid readers, researchers, and independent thinkers, then make sure you regularly investigate and employ better curriculum and reinforcement options for your classes.
  6. If you want your students to be studious and to strive for continuous improvement, then pursue new skills and more knowledge and wisdom yourself through diligent study.
  7. If you want them to obey you cheerfully, make sure you do not punish them unjustly out of your own frustration or desperation while unwilling to consider the facts carefully or rationally.
  8. If you want them to care about you, then show them that you genuinely care about them.
Okay, so that sounds like way too much to ask of teachers who are underpaid, overworked, unfairly disrespected, and overwhelmed (which is why I only teach part-time. Ha!). It is one of the hardest jobs in the world to do well. So I'm all for anything that will increase the support teachers receive.
But clearly, no decent teacher goes into that profession for the money. It is a calling by God to nurture the hearts, souls, and minds of the next generation. So to those who love teachers, please respect and support them. But to those who teach, may we never underestimate the value of each and every soul in the classroom or the impact our words and actions could have on them for eternity, be it good or bad. Let us commit to give our very best. If I am ever unwilling or unable to uphold these principles, may the Lord remove me from that post, for it is better to cram too many students into a classroom filled with love from one dedicated teacher than to have only a few children in a classroom with a teacher who simply does not care.

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I truly have always thought teachers should be paid more for their long hours of toil, sweat, tears, heartache, and frustration as they equip the next generation, but as I've stepped into the classroom a little myself, I'm discovering that smiles like this one buy more happiness than money ever could. Who ever thought I, of all people, could love teaching so very much?












 I have also learned something rather surprising through this STEM class.  Students who other teachers think should be medicated to help them focus thrive in my classroom.  I use a different teaching style that is more geared for visual spatial learners whereas the traditional classroom targets audio sequential learners.  My approach is very open and interactive instead of lecture format.  Instead of absorbing information, students are discovering it for themselves.  It's mostly hands-on with lots of real life technological applications, so students can see how they will use this learning in
the future.  We learn by playing games.  For example, during the water microbiology class I'm teaching this week, 3rd through 5th graders are given several water samples from seven different sources.  By analyzing the microbes inside the water using a DIY microscope made out of $1.17 worth of household supplies, testing the pH of each sample, and measuring the turbidity, they get to guess which sample comes from each source, which forces them to use critical thinking skills and systematic problem solving in a detective style game.  I would have never guessed that any of these students had focusing issues based on what I see in my classroom.  

I do have one student who appears to have some sort of severe autism or asberger's syndrome who has never been in a classroom setting before in his life.  My class is his first, and he's almost 11.  I have no training in education, much less special ed, but I'm determined to reach him or at least let him know he's loved.  He was sweet to ask me during the 2nd class, "Did I do any better this time?"  Even though he tells me repeatedly that my class is boring - oh how it hurts to hear him say that - every other student tells me the opposite.  

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Hello, my name is "Mrs. ________", and I'm addicted to STEM projects. I know I need an intervention because my idea of a good time on a Friday night is building an early stage prototype of a human hovercraft that I hope my husband will help me build for my students to reinforce our lesson on air pressure. (Shhh! It's a surprise to them and will be a surprise to me if it actually works with human bodies on it instead of a cup!)

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A typical week of week of traveling all over to collect samples and supplies for my students may look something like this:
Collecting water samples at the creek after flooding rains

Collecting water samples at the lake at sunset was nice!

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"Let these words SINK into your ears: The Son of Man is about to be delivered into the hands of men.” (Luke 9:44) - Emphasis mine

For something to sink, it must be denser than the solution it displaces.
Density = mass/volume
So the massive content of what Jesus said in a volume of only 15 words made it exceedingly dense, especially compared to vacuous ears, simple minds, and fragile hearts into which it sank. No wonder His disciples could not understand it. Oh how those words must have sank swiftly with a thunderous swoosh....troubling their spirits.

What other word than "sink" could possibly convey the enormity of what Christ did for mankind compared to man's hopeless, empty, estate? Our greatest good work are like filthy rags in comparison, for no one can save himself. All glory to the One who is worthy and did the work for us. ‪#‎HowSTEMPeepsDoBibleStudy‬

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Even though I write my own lesson plans, labs, and presentations while drawing from numerous curricula and the internet, I have one student who insists he has already seen all these experiments before on YouTube. Unwilling to let boredom ruin his learning fun, I am determined to come up with something totally original. So I am writing this next unit on oceanography largely from scratch, making up my own experiments and drawing on my husband's encyclopedia brain and rich experience as an officer on a nuclear powered submarine for ideas. You know I am getting closer to something that kid has never seen before when my husband answers my questions with, "Sorry, but that's classified information", or "If I told you, I would have to ..." 

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The student I previously mentioned who challenged me to come up with totally original, fun lessons with cool experiments that were nowhere to be found on the internet...the kid whose zeal for fresh knowledge combined with my OCD kept me up past 4:30am many nights over the past week....well, that kid made it all worth it today when he gifted his teacher with some jewelry! Check out my new bracelet! Try to top that, Pandora and Tiffany & Co.

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My tutoring schedule continues to grow with four students in the same subject.  Praise the Lord.  That sure beats five students in four different subjects in years past.  I like this meme for them.  I'm tutoring the subject I taught last year, so it should be easy enough, but more students are struggling in this subject than any other because it is applied math requiring critical thinking and systematic problem solving and math applied to real life situations, not rote worksheets.  They have to learn to think in real world terms and stop trying to memorize algorithms for a test.  Therein lies my challenge and the entire reason I started the STEM program.  12th grade is much too late to start learning those skills.


 

School Stuff, Kid Quips, & Parental Ponderings

"Be careful little children what you hear." (Philippians 4:8)
 
While driving around town today with my 8-year-old in the backseat, I heard him muse, "I don't know how many times God has forgiven me because I can't count how many drops are in the ocean."
I'm assuming those thoughts were inspired by the song, "Drops in the Ocean" by Hawk Nelson. Music can be so powerful in the way it sticks in the memory and in the heart, erupting at the most unexpected times. While I have been comforted by recollections of psalms, hymns, and other spiritual songs (Colossians 3:16) over the years, too often I find myself humming, "Play that funky music, white boy!" or "I've Got the Power", for I did not discover contemporary Christian music until I was over twice his age.
 
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I gave up on nagging my kids to keep their rooms clean years ago....deciding that it was better for our relationship and my heart health if I just stay out and let them have that one area to the house to keep however they like. I was feeling proud of my control freak self for this progress until....
I asked the kids to collect water samples from a variety of sources (ponds, lakes, groundwater, rain run-off, etc.) for a water microbiology class I'm teaching, and one kid brought me a golden sample saying, "Look Mom, the water in this bottle is 4 years old! This is the water I took to golf camp when we lived on the golf course!"

How much money  we spend to move and store that water twice?
Thank you so much sweetheart for your contribution. I'll let you watch "Hoarders" again tonight.
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Why is it that whenever I place something new on the dinner table, the kids assume it is healthy & tastes terrible and then refuse to try it, but when I bring a new (to them) foul smelling substance into the science lab and warn the students not to eat it, they all sneak a bite? ‪#‎ReversePsychology‬ ‪#‎ForbiddenFruit‬

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When the rain and flooding caused us to cancel our fall break travel plans, the kids, with pouty lips drooping, lamented that the break would be too boring. But look how much excitement we've already had on day one! This early riser has a shiner. If you think he looks bad, you should see the ice that hit him at the skating rink.

 

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My daughter asked me to take her shopping at the fabric store for supplies for a gift she's making for her brother. I commented on dozens of designs I would like for myself as we perused the selections, but she replied, "Mom, I would gladly make one for you for Christmas, but I only have enough money for my brother, not you." Should I be proud of her for the way she loves her little brother or feel dissed?
  
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The kids had to clean all the van windows together to help them learn how to get along nicely and be patient with one another. Then just after one kid wiped the windshield nice and clean but before their dad could inspect their work, a bird pooped all over the glass. I guess the birdie thought they needed a little more practice

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So my daughter spent 7 hours today as an extra during the filming of a short (3-5 minute) movie. Exhausted, she lamented, "We shot the same scene over and over and over all day long." Now she has a better appreciation for what goes into making a movie. She's been reading books on script writing, laboring over the computer writing the script, teaching herself video editing software, recruiting actors and designing sets for a "movie" she wants to self-produce, so I wonder how today's experience will impact the length of her movie and her willingness to continue. Time will tell....but she sure has vision.




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And this guy knows how to recycle the Sunday comics.



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The third graders took a field trip to a working farm / public park near our previous house.  I've taken the kids there before, but it was like a brand new experience for our son since he's older now.   Here are a few pics from that rainy day (just like most days this month) in the mud.


 
 
 

Perceptions vs. Biblical Truth

Our perceptions sure can lie to us, can't they? How many times has someone misinterpreted your written word or misconstrued your actions? Perceptions are always skewed by bias and clouded by limited vision and finite minds, so we must guard against allowing perceptions to shape our beliefs.


Sadly, the American church is filled with seminary professors, church leaders, pastors, and lay people who fall into this trap all the time. To attract more followers (and sadly for some, to bring in more money to pay for Mrs. Meyer's many jets and all the multi-million dollar homes she buys for her children or to fund the Osteen's lavish empire), teachers will preach on the feel good scriptures while omitting the passages that are convicting or uncomfortable. By presenting half of the truth (ie, "You do not have because you do not ask") without the "in Jesus name' - or "according to His will" or without mentioning that those who follow Christ will be persecuted and suffer for righteousness (yes, suffering is promised while getting filthy rich and possessing magical healing powers and kegs of water from the fountain of youth are NOT - not in this life anyway, but get ready for the next for that's an entirely different story), they preach a false prosperity gospel that leads people astray. In this culture, perceptions often lead people to focus on the Bible verses that speak of God's love while rejecting those that speak of sin or His standard of holiness.

Christ followers are individually responsible for examining God's word for themselves so they can know their Lord's identity fully and distinguish between false teaching and the whole truth of God, just as the Bereans modeled so faithfully. We must be very skeptical of any teaching that comes from a leader who does not place himself or herself under LOTS of Biblical accountability or who tries to exert too much control, for such a leader will inevitably corrupt God's word.

Beth Moore described this alarming trend in the church so well when she wrote, "What we see, hear, and experience can be so glaringly persuasive that we end up scribbling invisible addendums and corrections all over Scripture. Like the half-man/half-goat in Greek mythology, our theology ends up in the shape of a mythical half-us/half-God. We create our own blend based on the parts of Scripture that match our perceptions. Fusion becomes the answer to our confusion."

And I would add that such fusion only compounds our confusion and results in delusion.
If any changes or white-out were needed for the divinely inspired (2 Peter 3:16), complete, authoritative, always relevant, perfect word of God, then God would not have inspired this final warning in the last chapter of Revelation:
“18 I warn everyone who hears the words of the prophecy of this book: if anyone adds to them, God will add to him the plagues described in this book, 19 and if anyone takes away from the words of the book of this prophecy, God will take away his share in the tree of life and in the holy city, which are described in this book. (Revelation 22:18-19)
Let us be discerning and faithful stewards of God's word, "wise as serpents and innocent as doves." (Matthew 10:16)



Gun Control

SOAPBOX RANT: Guns



While I'm proud to be married to a veteran who knows how to use a gun to save lives, I will admit that guns scare me. I'm so sensitive to violence that I can't watch PG..much less R movies or even regular TV shows without being haunted by violent images, so I avoid them all. Guns are dangerous in the wrong hands, especially in those of crazy folk who are filled with hatred and deadly intentions.
Ironically, the most devoted Christians who serve the Prince of Peace,who is perfect in both love and mercy, have been the target lately. Of course, the press will not call it a hate crime unless one who is a threat to society, hates Christians, and has terrorist connections and evil intents is targeted instead. The Bible warned us of these days, so we are not surprised or shaken by them. We know how this story ends.

I'm not nearly as afraid of guns, however, as I am of losing my freedoms to a corrupt power. I'm not as afraid of guns as I am of walking into a gun-free zone where one instantly becomes a sitting duck. And even there, in the firing zone, I am not all that afraid because I know without a doubt that after I die, I will go home to my Father in Heaven where there will be no more sorrow, sin, evil, corruption, pain, or need for guns.

I would welcome a world without guns as gladly as anyone, but as long as there is evil in the world, there will be murders of all kinds by any number of weapons. So until we have no evil, corruption, or sin in the world, gun possession (by guards or responsible individuals) has been proven time and again to be the only effective way to prevent a mass shooting. Killers have no interest in obeying gun restrictions, but they are very interested in making sure they destroy as many lives as possible before being shot themselves, so they enter churches, schools, and other GUN-FREE ZONES where they can get the most bang for their buck.

So, to the one who is paving the way to arm Iran with nuclear weapons, whose mishandling of gun transactions with terrorists resulted in the murder of four Americans at Benghazi, who ran guns to drug cartels in Mexico which were then used to kill more Americans, who relies upon armed guards to keep himself and his family safe, who invites to the White House a boy who brings something that looks just like a bomb into a school and who has questionable connections while refusing to acknowledge, much less welcome, the man who took multiple bullets to stop the Oregon shooter, who speaks lies every time he opens his mouth, and who lives as if he cares about no one but himself, give your gun control agenda a rest for a moment and try to show a little compassion for the lives lost and for the many severely wounded by a sick man whose fires of hatred have been fueled by the press you have manipulated and controlled to divide and weaken America.

 

Critter Update - October 2015

Sometime Orwell likes to cuddle with a stuffed dolphin when he naps. Other times he prefers to sleep by laying hands on his favorite family member.
You know that double digit days of rain and all the resulting sunlight deficiency have made you crazy when you entertain yourself by playing dress-up with your bunny. Next up: Hot pink claw polish. ‪#‎PrincessMuffin‬ ‪#‎doublechin‬



The next day, Muffin  modeled a white shirt with silver bling. She likes to sit up by herself, but you can see the shirt better when she gets a little help from her friends. ‪#‎TooMuchRainMakesMomInsane‬ ‪#‎FashionShow‬
Look, Mom, no hands!
 
When Orwell realized how many costumes Muffin had, he asked us to get him a Puss in Boots costume for Halloween.

Muffin continues to endure Orwell's brotherly affection and love.  Orwell must think Muffin is a cat.  Although considering how much Orwell eats Muffin's food, maybe Orwell thinks he's a rabbit!   ‪#‎TLC‬ #‎CuddlyCritters‬ ‪#‎KittyKisses‬

Everything I Need to Know about Life I Learned from the Family Cat (Part 1) 

  1. No matter how hard you try, you can't make someone (especially not a cat) love you.
  2. You can, however, get someone to tolerate you by giving them good food to eat (preferably no later than 6:31am every single morning) and by meeting practical needs first.
  3. You can't make a single tiny move in life without someone noticing, stiffening, then wiggling his/her rear end before pouncing on you for a big attack.
  4. No matter how clean, well-groomed, sweet, and adorable people (or cats) may be, they still have claws and sharp teeth they will be happy to show you the moment they feel threatened or whenever they are simply having an off day.
  5.  No matter how much trouble you may cause with your high maintenance ways, do something dumb and/or funny like chasing your tail, climbing walls to attack the moving shadows reflected on them, or randomly turn somersaults and log rolls for no apparent reason, and instantly all is forgiven and your fans will adore you once more (at least if you are a cat, that is).
The critters came in handy over Fall Break when I had enough house projects and lesson planning to keep me up until 4:30 am most nights and our travel plans got rained out. The two destinations we considered traveling two had 1000 year flooding, and we only had the one weekend free without commitments, so no traveling for us this year. While the kids' friends went on exotic vacations, they were stuck at home to entertain themselves.  Thankfully, with our daughter's imagination and two pets, they had lots of grand adventures.

After seeing so many awesome pics of friends on vacation, I considered how well we too were keeping up with the Joneses.  (Sarcasm here).

Okay, Jones families, I see your pictures from your exotic fall break vacations aboard cruise ships to foreign countries and your fancy trips to Disney and/or beautiful beaches where it hasn't rained once, and I raise you one rained out trip to the mountains, one rained out trip to the beach, and an elaborate bunny fort on the front lawn complete with air strip, Podracer, and custom-designed, hay filled cockpit for Mighty Muffin's galactic adventures...all constructed by kiddos 11 and under while Mom cleaned out the fridge and freezer. We do entertainment at it's finest right here, y'all.
‪#‎KeepinUpwiththeJoneses‬




When Muffin has a play date, Orwell be like:
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Before and After Photos

With a heart of levity, an appreciation for satire, and a desire to send a helpful message while making friends laugh, hoping not to offend while reaching a few hurting hearts who struggle as I have to find balance, seeking to highlight the real dangers and concerns that come with all the hyped up diet and "health" products, I bring you my own personal BEFORE and AFTER story. I pray my story can help someone realize sooner than I did that true health and lasting peace with yourself require balance. Too much of anything, even those things that seem so good for us like running, cleanses, or diet plans, are not good for us. Trading too much running and excessive meal planning for a balanced workout program and an "eat whatever my body craves whenever it craves it while opting for whole foods over processed" diet plan changed my life for the better. To God be the glory for leading me back to health.

Truly, though, an obsession with any physical aspect of yourself will lead to despair. Too often I lament over my wrinkles which I can't prevent but often try to remove with photo editors while forgetting that they represent a blessed life filled with smiles and abundant laughter for which I should rejoice. I can't do anything to remove the stretched out skin around my mid-section, but I can choose to see it as a reminder of the precious gifts for whom that skin stretched to hold for a full 9 months instead of being delivered too soon....children I once thought I would never be able to conceive or birth. I could whine about minor genetic conditions that cause me occasional pain and seem unsightly, or I can rejoice that I am healthy and strong, able to do things I never could before, not even during the vibrancy of my youth. I can work on those health areas I can control and should change to make me more effective in my roles as wife, mom, teacher, and friend, but I must keep my priorities balanced. Focus on what you can and should improve without shirking more important obligations to God and others, but do not obsess over what you can't control or fall for quick fixes or gimmicks with short term gains and long term losses. Life on earth is too short to waste on the trivial.



I want a life like his

I mentioned in the previous volleyball post that one of my daughter's teammates lost her father suddenly in late September to a brain aneurysm.  It was such a devastating life and shock to us all, for he was energetic, vibrant, healthy and so fruitful in ministry.  While we can't possibly understand the ways and timing of God or why He would take Ehud from his family so young in life, no one can deny how much God has worked that tragedy for good. (Romans 8:28)  I did not even know Ehud, but I knew his wife, for she was my son's music teacher for the past two years at school, and she was also a member of my Mighty Moms Monday morning muscle and movement class as well as a volleyball team mom.  She had the sweetest, gentlest, kindest spirit.  Their children are well respected as faithful, loving, kind Christ followers, so I knew he must have been a wonderful man.  Despite not knowing him personally, my daughter and I and countless others are forever changed by the way he lived his life.

His memorial service was the most Christ honoring and moving service I have ever attended personally and I could audibly feel the Lord's presence there, changing hearts and lives of others for eternity during the songs and testimonies giving all Glory to God for this man's walk of faith.  The strength and faith displayed by his wife, children, and dearest friends during the funeral at a time when they should be in despair was clearly a demonstration of the spirit of God.  They were much more focused on sharing Ehud's faith in Christ with others and casting his vision and light for the lost onto the thousands gathered than they were on their own loss.  They held back tears and spoke with power and might, yet with gentleness and humility.  They shared their confidence and trust in God's plans and purposes, even though their lives would never be the same and their loss was immeasurably great.  Their eyes were so fixed on eternity that the monumental loss was easier to bear, knowing it is only a temporary separation, and that Ehud is in the presence of His Lord.

On the morning before the  doctors confirmed his death to the extent that life support was removed,  I saw large crowds of students and teachers gathered in circles praying before school began and wondered what compelled such an outpouring of cries to God and intense emotion.  When I arrived at the weight room to set up for Mighty Moms, one of other moms in our class who is a close friend of Ehud's family, told me the news.  The last text she had received from Ehud's wife was "The doctor's will confirm his death one more time at 8am before harvesting his organs."  Imagine sending such a text only a few hours after serving together at church and watching him play ping pong with friends and family.

As I led a prayer with the other "Mighty Moms", we asked our God, who loves and cares for you all infinitely more the greatest human love, to sustain, comfort, and uphold Ehud's family and for His presence to overwhelm them with peace.  Soon after that prayer, a bird flew into the weight room and struggled to find it's way out until one of our animal loving moms gently picked up the bird into her caring hands and released it to soar outside once again.

Perhaps my analogy is far-fetched, but that bird's sudden entrance reminded me of the gospel hymn, "His Eye is On the Sparrow" and of the passage from which that song was written, Matthew 10:30-32.   It seemed as if the Spirit was saying, "Do not fear. I know and love this hurting family perfectly, and I have them cradled in the palm of my loving, strong hands. I will carry them to a place of peace and rest and show them the way out when they are ready to soar once more."

Grief is a burden much too heavy to carry. Because of Christ, we don't have to carry it alone, and I can see your family leaning so much into His loving arms.

Oddly enough, when I came to Mighty Moms the following week and turned on Pandora radio, the song, "His Eye is on the Sparrow" was the first song it played.  What are the odds of that?  His eye is on you, sweet family.  He told me so that morning. :-)

After the memorial service, I was so moved I shared the following:.
He only lived 46 years and had only been in our state for six of those years. He never sought fame or fortune, powerful positions, or public praise. He avoided center stage, choosing to serve tirelessly behind the scenes instead. He was a devoted father, faithful husband, dedicated disciple maker, missionary, Bible teacher, true and generous friend, son, brother, and a diligent worker/provider who offered himself as a living sacrifice each and every day, taking delight in serving others at every opportunity. He passionately served the cause of Christ while manifesting unconditional love, abundant joy, and unshakable peace found only through a close and personal walk with the Lord. His legacy reaches across the globe and deep into eternity.
So many people came to his funeral that the large church parking lot, the lawns of several homes near by, the Food Lion parking lot where a shuttle service ran, and the roads between them were all littered with vehicles. The worship center, every classroom, halls, foyers, and lobby areas were all packed to SRO as screens projected the funeral service into all those overflow areas. For almost three hours, people testified of his faith filled life and effective witness, giving God all the glory for choosing to work through him. One simple life surrendered to Christ impacted countless lives for eternity and the ripple effect will continue for generations. My daughter was deeply moved, and the only words she could find to describe her experience there were "I want a life like his." I do too, so let us not chase after the things of this world, but choose instead to live every moment intentionally for eternity.

As Jesus taught the lost religious leaders in Luke 10:37, "Go and do likewise."
Act justly, love mercy and walk humbly with your God. (Micah 6:8b)

I came home from the service and scrubbed bathrooms in service to my family.  That's the chore I like the least.  Meanwhile, my mentor high school math teachermade her husband's favorite meal for dinner which is something she detests.  We were inspired to serve.

I barely slept that night as I felt God calling me to follow Ehud's example.  So when I went to church the next morning where I serve in the Access Ministry (a buddy ministry which helps special needs kids integrate into the regular classrooms), I wanted to be intentional about serving this time as Ehud had been.
My Access ministry buddy with glasses and a magnifying glass

I wrote the following after serving at church that morning:

One of the themes from that moving memorial service I wrote so much about yesterday was to take every opportunity to love and serve, not because our all sufficient God needs anything at all that we can offer, but so that we can experience the great joy and blessing that comes through watching God at work in the lives around us. Still I could not understand how this one man could have given so much of himself every single day. Did he not grow weary, overwhelmed, or burned out? How did he so successfully juggle so many ministry responsibilities while keeping his priorities in the right order?
So today when I was "serving" in Access Ministry I realized that working with these amazing kids with special needs isn't a sacrifice or an obligation, and it no longer makes me tired. It is a joyful privilege.
How many times have I built towers with my own kids and not really been intentional about it or been totally there in body, mind, and spirit? They may have said "thank you" on a good day before smashing the tower into bits all over the floor. But when Zoe and I built a tower together this morning, I was all there because I was supposed to be "serving", and her face lit up with immense excitement as if we had just built the world's tallest and most beautiful skyscraper together. She gave me enthusiastic claps, more high fives than I can count, and smiles that melted my heart so much that I wanted to buy her all the LEGOs in the land and build her a tower to the moon. She taught me what I had been missing all those times I failed to intentionally serve my family, opting instead to merely go through the motions.
That's when I understood better why Ehud was able to live such a life of humble service. Serving others intentionally is not a burden, but a joyful privilege and a wise investment, for God is faithful to give back more joy and wisdom than your investment ever costs you. Serving is partaking in the riches of God's grace. I love you, Zoe, and I praise God for the way He glorifies Himself through you. Thanks for teaching me today. Thanks also for insisting that I take this photo to show your mommy because now I have a picture to remind me of all the ways you teach me.
These examples may seem small to you, but I did not even know Ehud personally.  Yet, I have been profoundly impacted by the overflow of the love in his heart.  What a privilege and blessing it is to know his family.

I found this devotional blog post from Proverbs 31 Ministires to be helpful as I prepared for the funeral. "Dealing with Deep Grief"

Monday, October 19, 2015

Volleyball Season is Already Over!

It's been so fun to watch our daughter and her teammates grow in their skills, their relationships with one another, and in wisdom this past season.  They lost far more games than they won, but their attitudes were amazing, striving each time to play their best game, not to merely win the game.  The season included some tough life lesson as well.  One student broke her wrist at the beginning of the season and could not play again until the last week or two.  Another student was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes within the first few weeks of practice.  Her world changed forever as she went from carefree living to having to regular check her blood sugar and administer insulin, knowing her life could be at risk if she ever misses those daily healthcare disciplines.  Then, in late September, one of her teammates lost her father to sudden death by brain aneurysm. He was one of the most faithful, humble, servant minded, ministry focused men on earth.  These challenges taught the girls that each day is a gift, and that hardships fall on both the righteous and unrighteous.  Sometimes we cannot understands God's ways but we can trust in His sovereignty and goodness.  The way these families faced their trials from a temporary injury to a life changing devastating loss strengthened the girls' hearts in ways nothing else could.  I'm so glad our daughter had this experience and was shepherded by a coach with such a giving, loving, heart for God and His children.
 
No circumstances, no matter how devastating, can bring these girls down!

She gave up her lofty gymnastics dreams to play school sports with her friends and has NO REGRETS. She learned a lot from her coach and her teammates and from her personal Bible study and prayer times with the Lord this season about priorities. She has discovered that she has far more joy and peace when she puts God first, people second, and herself last than she ever had when she had first place gymnastics medals draped around her neck.


Two of her biggest fans!
 Right after her last game
Team Prayer
  
 
Our daughter may not have been the MVP, but she sure did win the Coach's heart!

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