Monday, August 30, 2010

Memorial Box Monday ~ Homeschooling


Memorial Box Monday was started by my dear friend Linny @ A Place Called Simplicity, she explains what a Memorial Box is here.

In short-- Just as the children of Israel set stones as Memorials to remind them of the mighty things the Lord had done for them, we put tangible items into our Memorial Box, to represent and remind us, of the many times the Lord has moved on our behalf. And just as the Israelites passed down the stories of God's provision to their children, and their children's children--we will use our Memorial Box to teach and remind our children (and someday, our children's children) of God's great faithfulness to our family, and His personal love for us!


Memorial Box Monday ~ Homeschooling

This week's MBM post is something that has been unfolding over the past few months . . .

Brogan had been asking me to homeschool him since last spring (over the course of his last couple of months of Kindergarten). He was doing well academically, but he pretty much despised the length of the school day -- which here is 7 1/2 hours long, even for Kindergarteners. (I won't go into detail about how I feel about that, except to say I don't like it-- not even one little bit.) Brogan is also a quiet lovin' kid. He likes things that are peaceful and in order--everything a Kindergarten classroom is not. He likes to socialize, and he had great school friends, but the classroom atmosphere (and the rowdy misbehavior of a select few) really wore on him. On rough mornings while I would be trying to get him up and going, I would promise him that we would pray about homeschooling for the coming year.

In the meantime Brogan begged. Summer came, and anytime first grade was mentioned he would matter-of-factly state, "I am not going to school. I am homeschooling." Thankfully, my Teddi girl, who is is a social butterfly (and whose communications skills prosper in that environment), was looking forward to Kindergarten with as much excitement as Brogan was dread of going back.

I began praying in the spring, asking the Lord to guide my decision for Brogan . . . May turned to June, June turned to July, July turned to August, and I still had no answer. I had homeschooled Brady (now 18), on and off beginning in the first grade, so I wasn't really afraid of how I would do it--but I surely didn't want to start if it wasn't the Lord's plan.

School was now just a little over two weeks away. I was driving home one evening after a quick shopping trip, and as I neared the house I realized Bryan's gas tank (I was using his truck) was almost empty. I had just passed the base gas station, so I turned around to go put gas in his truck. I finished pumping the gas and got back in the truck to drive the couple of blocks home-- as I did, I prayed-- "Lord, this homeschooling question is really making my stomach hurt. We are nearly down to two weeks, and I am hearing nothing. I don't know what to do. I really don't know what to do . . ."

I pulled up in front of our house and walked in. Our front door enters into our living room and the room was dark, except for the glow of the television. Bryan and the kids had rented the DVD "Astro Boy" and were snuggled up watching it together.

Just for some background-- Astro Boy (Toby) is a powerful robot, created by a scientist to replace the son he has lost. Astro Boy uses his powers to become a famous super hero which then creates unforeseen problems for his Father . . .

I walked in the house and instead of setting my bags down near the door as I normally would, I walked across the living room with them and sat them down near my bedroom door. (Our bedroom door goes off of the living room just a few feet from the armoire that holds the television). This put me about two feet from the side of the television, and as I let go of my bags these are the words that were coming loudly out of the tv speaker:

(Astro Boy's father was talking to him).

Dad: Sit down, Toby. I want to talk to you.
Toby: Sure, Dad.
Dad: It's about school.
I have decided you shouldn't go anymore, son.
I'm going to teach you at home. Myself!
Toby: Sounds good to me.
My mouth kind of fell open. I looked at Bryan and I told him that I had just (as in two minutes before) told the Lord that my stomach was hurting, and that I really, really needed to know what to do about homeschooling Brogan.

Had that really just come out of the television set . . . just as I walked across the room to set my bags down . . . just after I had come through the door, slightly delayed, because I had turned around to pump gas?

If anyone doubts that the Lord still speaks today, He does. If we ask and if we listen, we will hear Him. His voice may take different forms (it does for me), but if you are asking and if you are listening, you will know His voice . . . even when it comes in the form of Astro Boy's scientist father.

John 10:27 promises "My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me."

The answer was clear. I would be homeschooling Brogan. My relieved heart sighed, and my stomach ache vanished--along with the anxiety that had been causing it.

Of course I'm human, so the next morning I prayed, "Lord, would you please confirm this?" Yep, honest, I really did. And guess what. When not one single bloggy friend had been mentioning anything at all about homeschool this, or homeschool that (remember I had been looking for any sign at all), suddenly my friend "O", on the day that I had asked God for confirmation, made a big announcement-- she was homeschooling!

The very next day, the Lord would put homeschooling before my eyes again through yet another blog. Which takes me to day three . . . I woke that morning with a new anxiety, "Would Teddi be okay with us dropping her off at school, knowing Brogan would be returning home with me. She was excited, sure-- but full days of school hadn't become her reality yet. What affect would this have on my sweet China girl? Would she think I loved Brogan more than I loved her? That would break my heart . . .

Sometimes we don't even pray specifically about a matter, before the Lord hears our heart's cry and brings reassurance. On day three, my blogger friend Sonia wrote a post about her four boys (soon to be six boys, with the addition of TWO little guys waiting in China--you must go check out their amazing God story-- but don't forget to finish my post!) Sonia was telling that her twins had started public school that day, while her 7th and 8th grader would be homeschooled. (For seven years the boys had attended private school). In her post Sonia talked about how we as parents, in the beginning, think we know exactly how all of this parenting business will go. With years of experience under her belt Sonia has drawn this conclusion, when it comes to educating her children--

"I think you learn after a few years that what works for one may not work for all. (Talking to myself here so that I can read this 35 years from now and remember what I have learned.) They are each unique beings hand crafted by the Maker. Since He took such great care and delight in forming them I need to take great care and delight in finding who they are, and specifically, in regards to this, how they best learn. Will we always home-school? No idea. One year at a time. As they change and grow we will change with them."

God knew I need to hear Sonia's words that very day, as I worried and fretted over how Teddi would handle Brogan staying home. How precious He was to remind me, through Sonia, that "They are each unique beings hand crafted by the Maker." If homeschooling was the decision He was guiding me to, then my children would be okay, after all He had hand crafted them! And as Sonia said, "Will we always homeschool? No idea. One year at a time. As they change and grow we will change and grow with them." These too, were precious encouraging words to put my once again anxious heart at ease.

God is so very faithful to hear our cries. To guide our steps. To light our path when we are trying to feel our way along in the dark. Oh where would I be without Him?

We now have one week of homeschooling under our belts. Shortly after God confirmed this plan for Brogan, He provided everything I needed to teach my littlest man. Brogan and I had a wonderful first week together!
Teddi is absolutely loving Kindergarten. She giggled in delight tonight (Sunday), when she realized that, "tomorrow is a school day"! She can't wait to go back! I am so proud of of them both.


Into our Memorial Box will go an Astro Boy action figure . . .
to remind us of the time the Lord used something totally unexpected to answer a mama's prayers for guidance-- for her very own little super heros! He is faithful!

Blessings from our homeschooling/public schooling nest ~

Tina


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Thursday, August 26, 2010

Thankful Thursday ~ Cousins

(August is winding down and I am
still attempting to get our vacation pictures posted . . .)

We had such a great time with all of our cousins while we were in Michigan. I am continually amazed that although we have raised our children all over the U.S. and overseas-- there remains the sweetest bond between them and their cousins.

Even Teddi, who has only visited Michigan three times since coming home, runs to her cousin's arms when we return. She climbs on the big boys, giggles with the girls, and snuggles with the little ones. She knows they are "hers".

It makes me cry to type that . . . a tiny girl, who until two years ago had no family to call her own, surrounded by cousins who love her. Really, really love her.


When we made this most recent trip home in July, our first stop was at my sister's house in Battle Creek. My 17 year old nephew, Thayne, works for the large public library there. He had come home from work shortly before we weary travelers arrived. As soon as we walked in the house Thayne brought a huge stack of books and sat them down next to Teddi. He had checked out every single "panda" book in the library, for our panda lovin' girl. A seventeen year old boy? That's love. I wished I'd gotten a picture of Thayne and Teddi, and the books, but I didn't . . .

this is the smiling book bringer.

My Taylor girl, and my beautiful niece, Taryn.
Taryn traveled all the way to Texas
last year to be one of Taylor's bridesmaids.
I love that cousin love.

Big cousins are so much fun to copy!

What a blessing to have three days to do nothing but
play, eat, and sleep--
at Papa and Grandma's cozy little cottage.

Precious memories . . .

of sweet times . . .

spent . . .

laughing . . .

and loving . . .

and celebrating life.

With the ones who . . .

no matter how much distance divides--

the love . . .

stays strong.

New cousin love . . .

giggling girl cousin love . . .

boy cousin, girlfriend love . . .

even some super hero love.

"I'm gonna splash you" love . . .

hanging on tight and . . .

holding you close love!

I'm so very, very thankful for precious cousin love!


Blessings from my nest ~

Tina



Monday, August 23, 2010

Proud Mama Post

Our Survival Guy took his first promotion test this past spring. (They test in a rotation and results take quite some time to come out). Bryce's test happened to be scheduled for May 17th, smack dab on his 24th birthday. Not the best way to spend a birthday . . . but the delayed gift couldn't be any better!


On Thursday morning I was awakened by the sweetest of phone calls. My firstborn's deep voice was on the other end--

"Good morning"! (It was only 6:00 a.m. his time.)

"Is it a really good morning"? I asked

"It is a really good morning" he added.

And then triumphantly he announced, "I made it"!

Our Senior Airman is officially a Staff Sergeant (select) on his very first try. We are so proud of you Bryce. Thank you for your commitment to doing everything you do to the very best of your ability, and then some.

We love you!


May the Lord lead you as you continue to climb upward!

Blessings from my proud mama (and daddy) nest~


Tina


Thursday, August 19, 2010

Thankful Thursday ~ New Little Loves


I mentioned in a post a while back that my brother and his wife are in the process of adopting. They have three great sons, ages 19, 18, and 14, and adoption is something that their family has been praying about for quite some time. Last fall the Lord moved in an unexpected way, and quite suddenly brought these two smiling babes into their lives.

I have been given permission to share, but since the adoptions are not quite finalized I will wait to introduce the babes by name when the process is complete. So without further adieu . . .


On this Thankful Thursday I praise Him
for this little man "N" who is three . . .

Can you say thoughtful . . .

and serious . . .

and as cute as can be?

What a blessing!


And for doubling the blessing-- I praise Him for

Little Miss "L" who just turned two (and I got to be there)!


Can you say beautiful

sweetness?

Ohhh the yummy dimples!

This is my sis-in-love Jodi helping her baby girl
open birthday presents-- surrounded by cousins.
( You gotta love that word giiiiiiiirl after raising a house full of rough and tumble).

I wish I had a picture of my brother to share.

Oh wait . . .

Here we go.

He's the one in the glasses.

Oh, that doesn't work. He's the one in the hat and Michigan shirt.
(Did I mention he's a pastor? Yep. They love him, so do I.)

Thank you Lord for family.

Thank you for answered prayers.

Thank you for growing us again through
the blessing of adoption.

Thank you for "N" and for "L"
and for hiding them under the shadow of Your wing.

Thank you for Fritz and Jodi,
and Colt and Bo and Trey--
for welcoming these babies, with arms wide open.

Thank you for blessing us with new little loves.


Blessings from my proud auntie nest ~

Tina


Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Little Bird's Bad Landing

In all my 24 years of parenting we have never owned a coffee table. Ever. I've always thought they took up too much space (especially in cozy military housing), that they called clutter to "come sit" . . . and I've always thought that they were accidents waiting to happen--especially when sharing a space occupied by children.

Well a couple of months ago, I saw this sweet little table at the thrift store; for the fine asking price of twelve dollars. I thought it would be perfect in the kids new playroom, to set Teddi's dollhouse on . . .

I didn't see it as taking up too much space, because it was going into a big (used to be Brady's bedroom) playroom. I didn't see it as a clutter collector, because I already had a plan for the top of it! And for whatever reason, I failed to recognize its "accident waiting to happen" characteristics . . .

Until yesterday evening, as I was fixing dinner, and Brogan and Sam (our neighbor friend) came running, and yelling, "She's bleeeeeeeding"! Words a mama does not want to hear. Little bird had taken flight, and had met the table, with her noggin. The "accident waiting to happen" table.

Thankfully daddy had just gotten home from work, because mama would not have handled the "bad landing" very well on her own. Brogie went home with Sam (thank you Lord for precious neighbors), and we headed for the emergency room with our brave girl.

They cleaned her up, and checked her out,

and then we waited . . .

and waited . . .

for our turn.

Five hours later, they took us back.

They used topical lidocaine to numb the area . . .


and at midnight it was finally our turn with the doctor. Look at our little bird's smile-- this is the reason even the nannies at her orphanage called our Xiao Xiao, their "happy girl".

Midnight. Waiting for stitches. Smiling.

Stitches done, 1:00 a.m.
a purple popsicle . . .

still smiling.


I'm sorry about the coffee table Ted.

I don't know what I was thinking.

I love you brave and happy, stitched up girl.

Blessings from my thankful it wasn't worse nest ~

Tina


~ I promise, the next post will be of my new little loves in Michigan.


Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Four Word Wednesday

I.

Love.

My.

Siblings.

(A little Michigan fun, from last December)

Blessings from my it's good to be silly nest ~

Tina

* By permission of my sis-in-law, the next post will be of my new little Michigan loves!

Monday, August 9, 2010

Memorial Box Monday ~ The Hummingbird

Memorial Box Monday was started by my dear friend Linny @ A Place Called Simplicity, she explains what a Memorial Box is here.

In short-- Just as the children of Israel set stones as Memorials to remind them of the mighty things the Lord had done for them, we put tangible items into our Memorial Box, to represent and remind us, of the many times the Lord has moved on our behalf. And just as the Israelites passed down the stories of God's provision to their children, and their children's children--we will use our Memorial Box to teach and remind our children (and someday, our children's children) of God's great faithfulness to our family, and His personal love for us!

Memorial Box Monday : The Hummingbird

While we were on vacation this past July, I woke up early one morning and decided to slip outside and enjoy the coolness of the morning. We were staying at my in-laws, who are blessed to live on a hill that overlooks a small lake . . . it's a beautiful little piece of Michigan.


The have a swing that hangs from a big tree, and swings you out over the hill. The swing is a coveted seat when there are many people around.

That morning I had it all to myself. As I sat, I watched a flock of Canadian geese glide along the lake's surface. Squirrels chased up and down the "swing tree" and chipmunks skittered about. The birds were singing their mismatched morning tunes, and an occasional butterfly fluttered by . . .

Obviously, we have birds and squirrels, and butterflies, in Texas, but we also live on an Air Force base. We have lots and lots of jet noise, and not a lot of quiet. And it's Texas, we have lots and lots of heat . . . I was soaking the beginning of this northern day up. Sigh.

Straight out from the swing hang a couple of a dead tree branches. If you look closely at the picture you can see them.

The branches are too high off the ground for anyone to pull them down-- so they stay, and on this morning, they would become the perfect perch for a hummingbird! It isn't often that you see a hummingbird sit still. Yet this morning, here she came, and rested . . . and I had no camera. Darn. Of course she didn't stay long, but I decided that I would go get my camera anyway, since things were looking so "Michigan pretty".

As I sat back down with my camera, I began to pray, "Lord, would you please bring the humm--" and before I could finish, there she was again. Flitting in, coming to rest on the dead branch, again . . .

as still as could be.

There are way grander stories of the Lord's actions in our Memorial Box, but I feel like this little summer morning story is just as important. Not because the Lord halted the hummingbird, after all, creation is His! But, because before I could finish my prayer, the Lord was already granting my heart's desire.

Psalm 139:1-3, Says, "O Lord, you have searched me and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar, you discern my going out and my lying down, you are familiar with all my ways."

He is familiar with my ways. He knows that I love birds. He knows that when I met my little Xiao Xiao bird in China, it took less than a day to realize that she was of the hummingbird variety. My Teddi girl, my Flit. (Thankfully, she too, knows how to sit still. Although it took awhile.) My heavenly Father knows my heart, He designed it. He is familiar with the way my heart beats, the way it loves, the way it gets in the way of itself. He knows.

He knows my thoughts.

He is familiar with my ways.

We are taught that God always knows what we are thinking. We teach our children that God always knows what they are thinking. But, how many of us think of that in a negative context? As in-- He knows every time we give way to sin, with our thoughts . . . We wish that grumpy neighbor would just move away . . . or we think that a certain store clerk has the personality of a goat--and is just about as helpful. Oh yes, we always wish then that He didn't know our thoughts.

But, oh if He didn't, think of the things we would miss. Think of all of the things that He makes happen just for us-- because He DOES know our thoughts. He wants to make us smile, the same way we love to see our own children smile. Right down to making a hummingbird sit!


Into our Memorial Box this Monday will go a tiny cloisonne hummingbird, a treasure that we brought home from China. The perfect reminder of my Michigan morning, and the time the Lord orchestrated His creation to, "Be still"-- just for me!

Blessings from my memorializing nest ~

Tina