Exactly one year ago I wrote my last post. I guess now is as good a time as any to begin writing again!
This past year has definitely not been a slow year of getting nothing done. The house is a little more organized than it was last year. The children have learned a little more and grown a little more.
I keep learning about myself, about others, and about the God I serve. One thing has especially been more and more impressed upon me. God is trustworthy, faithful and a very kind, loving Father.
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Thursday, February 2, 2012
My Mother's Legacy
I know I have been silent for a while. When life altering events happen, I need to process them privately before interacting with anyone.
In December of 2011 my mother passed away. She had been struggling with polymyositis, a disease I'd never even heard of until she was diagnosed. It is an incurable autoimmune disease that, according to the doctors, should have been able to be kept under control with medication. The medication did not help my mother. She became progressively weaker, then contracted a listeria infection, and suffered a few strokes.
The last time I saw her alive, Mr. Beaver, our four children, and I had gone to visit her in the hospital. We sang "Rock of Ages" together. My mother was unable to speak much but was able to mouth the words of most of the verses. By the fourth and last verse, she was fast asleep again.
A few days later we got the phone call. She had exchanged this life for the next peacefully, in her sleep.
When these life altering events happen, I am always reminded of what Paul writes in Philippians,
We can have everything in this world, but we must leave it all behind when we die. We leave our stuff, our house, our spouse, our children. We must leave everything and everyone. We not only must leave everything and everyone behind, we can't take anything along even if we wanted to.
However, we don't leave Christ behind. What a merciful God we serve, Who has made a way for us to be free from our sin and united to Him for all eternity.
We didn't know we would not see her alive again that Saturday evening. Without us knowing it, "Rock of Ages" was an appropriate farewell song to sing. I would like to include the lyrics we sang that last evening:
In December of 2011 my mother passed away. She had been struggling with polymyositis, a disease I'd never even heard of until she was diagnosed. It is an incurable autoimmune disease that, according to the doctors, should have been able to be kept under control with medication. The medication did not help my mother. She became progressively weaker, then contracted a listeria infection, and suffered a few strokes.
The last time I saw her alive, Mr. Beaver, our four children, and I had gone to visit her in the hospital. We sang "Rock of Ages" together. My mother was unable to speak much but was able to mouth the words of most of the verses. By the fourth and last verse, she was fast asleep again.
A few days later we got the phone call. She had exchanged this life for the next peacefully, in her sleep.
When these life altering events happen, I am always reminded of what Paul writes in Philippians,
"For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain."
We can have everything in this world, but we must leave it all behind when we die. We leave our stuff, our house, our spouse, our children. We must leave everything and everyone. We not only must leave everything and everyone behind, we can't take anything along even if we wanted to.
However, we don't leave Christ behind. What a merciful God we serve, Who has made a way for us to be free from our sin and united to Him for all eternity.
We didn't know we would not see her alive again that Saturday evening. Without us knowing it, "Rock of Ages" was an appropriate farewell song to sing. I would like to include the lyrics we sang that last evening:
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy riven side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure,
Cleanse me from its guilt and pow'r.
Not the labours of my hands
Can fulfill Thy law's demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears forever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save and Thou alone.
Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to Thy cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress,
Helpless, look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly,
Wash me, Saviour, or I die!
While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eyes shall close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgment throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.
Lyrics by Augustus M. Toplady
This is one of the many hymns my mother would sing as she went about her household chores. Over the next few weeks, in memory of her, I plan on sharing more of her favourite hymns. I am grateful for this legacy my mother has left for me. It is much more valuable to me than any "stuff" she could have given me.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Five tips for...
....communicating with those who suffer from hearing loss.
In light of my last post on changing the world, I talked about hearing loss. I want to share five tips with you on communicating with those who can't hear as well as most:
1) When you speak, let them see your mouth. People compensate for hearing loss by using their eyes to "hear" you. They read your lips.
2) When they say "Pardon", don't shout. Usually they can't hear you because you are not speaking clearly. Pronounce your consonants clearly. Don't say "I wentodebeachthismrnin". Say "I wenT to the beaCH thiS morNiNG." Don't say, "Sure-all lave some coffee". Say, "Sure, I'LL haVe some coffee." Pay special attention to the last letters of each word as those are the consonants we tend to drop the most.
3) If you have enunciated your consonants carefully, and they still don't understand you, you may have spoken to fast. Slow down and enunciate.
4) Our ears are more amazing than we realize. We are able to tune out background noises in favour of the conversations we're having. Hearing aids can't do that. If you are drumming your fingers on the table as you speak, the person will hear your fingers drumming just as loudly as you are speaking because hearing aids amplify ALL sounds. Asides to others as a person with hearing loss attempts to carry on a conversation in the same room will cause the one with hearing loss to not understand any conversation--again because hearing aids amplify all sounds.
5) If someone suffering from hearing loss does not laugh after you've told a joke, it usually doesn't mean they have no sense of humour. They just missed the punch line because they didn't hear all you said in the first place.
Give yourself a special challenge of seeing just how much less often someone who can't hear well needs to say "Pardon" to you! Knowing you are understood will give you confidence in forging relationships with most older folks and will thus give you a whole knew world of friendships to gain, wisdom to accumulate, and jokes to share!
In light of my last post on changing the world, I talked about hearing loss. I want to share five tips with you on communicating with those who can't hear as well as most:
1) When you speak, let them see your mouth. People compensate for hearing loss by using their eyes to "hear" you. They read your lips.
2) When they say "Pardon", don't shout. Usually they can't hear you because you are not speaking clearly. Pronounce your consonants clearly. Don't say "I wentodebeachthismrnin". Say "I wenT to the beaCH thiS morNiNG." Don't say, "Sure-all lave some coffee". Say, "Sure, I'LL haVe some coffee." Pay special attention to the last letters of each word as those are the consonants we tend to drop the most.
3) If you have enunciated your consonants carefully, and they still don't understand you, you may have spoken to fast. Slow down and enunciate.
4) Our ears are more amazing than we realize. We are able to tune out background noises in favour of the conversations we're having. Hearing aids can't do that. If you are drumming your fingers on the table as you speak, the person will hear your fingers drumming just as loudly as you are speaking because hearing aids amplify ALL sounds. Asides to others as a person with hearing loss attempts to carry on a conversation in the same room will cause the one with hearing loss to not understand any conversation--again because hearing aids amplify all sounds.
5) If someone suffering from hearing loss does not laugh after you've told a joke, it usually doesn't mean they have no sense of humour. They just missed the punch line because they didn't hear all you said in the first place.
Give yourself a special challenge of seeing just how much less often someone who can't hear well needs to say "Pardon" to you! Knowing you are understood will give you confidence in forging relationships with most older folks and will thus give you a whole knew world of friendships to gain, wisdom to accumulate, and jokes to share!
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Changing the World!
My mother managed a household of eleven children with a calmness and efficiency that not many people seem to be able to emulate. Coupled with that, she was gifted with lots of godly wisdom and patience. Since I am the tenth child, I was born when my mother was in her forties. Many kids in my classes at school had grandparents the same age or a little older than my mother. As I accompanied my mom on some of her errands or visits she made with people, I was able to observe other people's reaction to her. As I got older I began to notice that people would respond to my mom in what I thought was a very odd manner.
It would begin with a normal conversation. Then the person would look puzzled at my mother, then uncomfortable, and then finally ignore her or begin to talk down to her. For a long time I was puzzled by this but then began to realize, "Mom can't hear what was just said. She is responding but not to what was said but what she thought was said." You see, when my mom was in her early fifties, she began to suffer hearing loss. Her hearing degenerated until she needed hearing aids. Gradually, my Mom would begin telling people she could not hear but that made barely any difference. They would talk LOUDER but not more clearly. I am sorry to say, there were a number of people that were not able to see beyond the loss of hearing into the wise, godly woman my mother is.
As human beings, we do not like people or are uncomfortable with people who are different. It really does not matter what the difference is:
-hearing loss
-a physical disability
-a mental disability
-a different race
-a different first language
-a different upbringing
-a different way of viewing the world
And this is just a small list of the differences we often barely tolerate in others. We strive for uniformity while yet convinced that the way we are and what we do is the best.
When Jesus tells us to love others as we love ourselves, does He mean that we only befriend people once they have become enough "like us"? (whatever that is) I would venture to say that this is precisely the area where the Gospel should make such a radical difference.
Of all people, Christians should be showing the world what it means to 'love one another'. We need to love each other as Christ has loved us.
Christ came down from heaven to earth. Think about it for a moment:
He left His Father's house, where He was the beloved Son, and came into the world despised and rejected by men. The very people He came for, rejected Him, and when they began to believe in Him never fully appreciated what He did for them. Those of you who confess His Name: are you perfectly appreciative of what Christ has done for you? Do you fully realize what He gave up to come to this earth and be a man? Are you 100% thankful, all the time of what He gave up for you?
This Christ, this Christianity, knocked the worldviews in vogue during those days flat. This small thing, begun in a stable in a little dusty, nondescript town, grew into a big world-changing behemoth. I wonder if it was because of the equalizing effect of the gospel. The early church consisted of wealthy Romans, Jews from the upper echelons of religious society, despised tax collectors, slaves, beggars, the 'mob'.
James emphasized the need for absolutely no favouritism to be shown to the rich and famous in Christian assemblies. Poor, despised Jewish fishermen became the leaders of the Christian church. What if they had said, "Hey wait a minute, un-unh not good elder material here, lousy fisherman, uses bad grammar and did you see his manners? (or actually lack thereof?) Jesus hand-picked these leaders and we know He makes no mistakes. He molded them and taught them and that is what made them good leaders. They were taught of God.
Jesus had time for the poor, the weak, the despised, the rich, the infamous. He had time for them all.
What would the world around you be like if you began to live this way? How about challenging yourself to begin to really love a 'different' person today?
How about taking the time to build a relationship with your immigrant neighbour?
How about beginning a friendship with someone other than your usual group you hang out with?
You may be surprised. That person who didn't respond "right" in that social setting may not in fact, be a weirdo but may have a very good reason for responding a little differently.
That other person who doesn't seem too impressed with your clean windows and "perfect" children may have other things on their mind.
That immigrant may actually be a lot smarter than you ever will be. He or she may know five languages, have seen much more of the world than you have, and may have about 100% more life experience than you do.
That mentally challenged individual may know way more about the Father love God has for His children than you could ever comprehend in your lifetime.
That person in the wheelchair is probably not as slow or stupid as you may think and may be perfectly aware of how crookedly her legs are resting on the foot rest but not be able to do a thing about it. She usually likes talking about other things than how she is doing physically.
Being popular in a certain social set gives one no 'brownie points' with God. Taking up your cross daily is what is required of you. Making disciples of the nations, not of just one group of people, is the command given to the church. You are commanded to serve Christ. You are commanded to love your neighbour as you love yourself.
Impossible? Yes, of course! Can it be done? Yes, of course!
I can do ALL things through Christ Who strengthens me.
Let's set out to change the world, God's way!
It would begin with a normal conversation. Then the person would look puzzled at my mother, then uncomfortable, and then finally ignore her or begin to talk down to her. For a long time I was puzzled by this but then began to realize, "Mom can't hear what was just said. She is responding but not to what was said but what she thought was said." You see, when my mom was in her early fifties, she began to suffer hearing loss. Her hearing degenerated until she needed hearing aids. Gradually, my Mom would begin telling people she could not hear but that made barely any difference. They would talk LOUDER but not more clearly. I am sorry to say, there were a number of people that were not able to see beyond the loss of hearing into the wise, godly woman my mother is.
As human beings, we do not like people or are uncomfortable with people who are different. It really does not matter what the difference is:
-hearing loss
-a physical disability
-a mental disability
-a different race
-a different first language
-a different upbringing
-a different way of viewing the world
And this is just a small list of the differences we often barely tolerate in others. We strive for uniformity while yet convinced that the way we are and what we do is the best.
When Jesus tells us to love others as we love ourselves, does He mean that we only befriend people once they have become enough "like us"? (whatever that is) I would venture to say that this is precisely the area where the Gospel should make such a radical difference.
Of all people, Christians should be showing the world what it means to 'love one another'. We need to love each other as Christ has loved us.
Christ came down from heaven to earth. Think about it for a moment:
He left His Father's house, where He was the beloved Son, and came into the world despised and rejected by men. The very people He came for, rejected Him, and when they began to believe in Him never fully appreciated what He did for them. Those of you who confess His Name: are you perfectly appreciative of what Christ has done for you? Do you fully realize what He gave up to come to this earth and be a man? Are you 100% thankful, all the time of what He gave up for you?
This Christ, this Christianity, knocked the worldviews in vogue during those days flat. This small thing, begun in a stable in a little dusty, nondescript town, grew into a big world-changing behemoth. I wonder if it was because of the equalizing effect of the gospel. The early church consisted of wealthy Romans, Jews from the upper echelons of religious society, despised tax collectors, slaves, beggars, the 'mob'.
James emphasized the need for absolutely no favouritism to be shown to the rich and famous in Christian assemblies. Poor, despised Jewish fishermen became the leaders of the Christian church. What if they had said, "Hey wait a minute, un-unh not good elder material here, lousy fisherman, uses bad grammar and did you see his manners? (or actually lack thereof?) Jesus hand-picked these leaders and we know He makes no mistakes. He molded them and taught them and that is what made them good leaders. They were taught of God.
Jesus had time for the poor, the weak, the despised, the rich, the infamous. He had time for them all.
What would the world around you be like if you began to live this way? How about challenging yourself to begin to really love a 'different' person today?
How about taking the time to build a relationship with your immigrant neighbour?
How about beginning a friendship with someone other than your usual group you hang out with?
You may be surprised. That person who didn't respond "right" in that social setting may not in fact, be a weirdo but may have a very good reason for responding a little differently.
That other person who doesn't seem too impressed with your clean windows and "perfect" children may have other things on their mind.
That immigrant may actually be a lot smarter than you ever will be. He or she may know five languages, have seen much more of the world than you have, and may have about 100% more life experience than you do.
That mentally challenged individual may know way more about the Father love God has for His children than you could ever comprehend in your lifetime.
That person in the wheelchair is probably not as slow or stupid as you may think and may be perfectly aware of how crookedly her legs are resting on the foot rest but not be able to do a thing about it. She usually likes talking about other things than how she is doing physically.
Being popular in a certain social set gives one no 'brownie points' with God. Taking up your cross daily is what is required of you. Making disciples of the nations, not of just one group of people, is the command given to the church. You are commanded to serve Christ. You are commanded to love your neighbour as you love yourself.
Impossible? Yes, of course! Can it be done? Yes, of course!
I can do ALL things through Christ Who strengthens me.
Let's set out to change the world, God's way!
Friday, November 11, 2011
Teaching Long Division
Growing up, math was not my favourite subject and in our family, like mother, like daughter. Elnora will write stories, compose poems, make up new languages and new alphabet symbols, draw pictures to her heart's content, learn her science, love her history but when math time rolls around, somehow, she just is not quite so enthusiastic.
I have caught her using math regularly in her day to day life and often remind her of the fact when she wonders why she has to do math. For us, Math-U-See has worked very well. While Elnora still does not really like math, she understands it quite well. For this, I do not credit my fine teaching skills but must give credit where credit is due so let's have a round of applause for:
I have caught her using math regularly in her day to day life and often remind her of the fact when she wonders why she has to do math. For us, Math-U-See has worked very well. While Elnora still does not really like math, she understands it quite well. For this, I do not credit my fine teaching skills but must give credit where credit is due so let's have a round of applause for:
Math-U-See!
For those of you who have a child like Elnora, I would like to share a strategy I used besides Math-U-See to help her master long division. As Steve Demme, the developer of our math program says, place value is an extremely important concept for children to master if you want them to understand math. Elnora had a tough time with a typical long division problem written this way:
____
5 | 345 She could not figure out where to begin to write her answer and how to keep everything in order even though she uses graph paper to work out her problems.
Remembering Steve Demme's sage advice, I colour coded the problems like this:
____
5 | 345
This helped her to see the hundreds, tens, and ones. I then coloured each column and told her to do the problem. When she finished it looked like this:
69
____
5 | 345
30
45
45
0
I don't know my keyboard well enough to create all the lines but you get the general idea. Elnora only needed to do about 6 problems this way before she caught on.
Do any of you have ideas for teaching certain math concepts? Happy teaching!
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
A New Year
Normally we celebrate the beginning of a new year on New Year's Day. In the world of education in North America, the new year begins in September. For teachers it begins in August.
For us as a family, the new year began yesterday. Mr. Beaver went back to school. I think it's been the hardest on little Lucy so far. At 18 months, she thinks 10 hours is forever. She cried when her daddy left in the car and at intervals during the day we could hear her say, "Daddy vroom-vroom. Daddy? Daaadddyyy! Daddy vroom-vroom." Needless to say, she was ecstatic to see her Daddy again when he came back home!
Since Mr. Beaver started back to school, I decided to begin our year of home schooling as well. Elnora is in Grade 5 and doing Core F with Sonlight. This year is different because both Bob and Bill are doing Sonlight K. We basically did school work all day long. Having had a number of years of experience, I had expected that. The first few days of school are always extra long because we are all trying to find our groove.
It may sound crazy that we did school all day and didn't the kids hate it? No! Since Sonlight is such a great combination of seatwork and snuggling on the couch reading great literature together, the kids are usually quite perturbed to stop 'doing school'.
"Just one more chapter, Mamma."
"Please read more!"
"Are we done already?"
"Can't we do more school?"
I don't mind those comments at all! I also enjoy learning new things with them and seeing their eyes light up when they understand a new concept for the first time.
If you throw an 18 month old into the mix, school has many interruptions.
I read about Martin Luther to the boys today and they listened very hard. The book isn't particularly exciting and it uses difficult vocabulary but the boys were enthralled and remembered to tell Daddy about him when he came home! Reading that story gave me the chance to remind the children that they are all on this earth for a special reason and that salvation is a gift and can't be earned. What a privilege!
In spite of one of the kids spilling my coffee which had to be mopped off brand new books, the day went well. (Note to self: no coffee cups on the school table)
What helped as well was the fact that for the last 3 weeks, Mr. Beaver and I worked into the night every week day just to purge junk from our house and create a good learning environment for our school room. I am so glad we spent all that time doing it. It has paid off! With the school room and our living room boasting new book cases from Ikea, the house is in ship shape order.
I hope and pray for a smooth school year for all us home school moms out there! It is definitely a full time job!
Monday, August 29, 2011
This Vale of Tears
I know, I know. It's been almost two months since my last post. Life has a way of becoming very busy. My family comes first and this blog has to play last fiddle in most instances. :-)
This summer has been a sobering one with Mr. Beaver's principal being diagnosed with ALS and, as a result, he is no longer his principal. This school year will be different for the entire school as they begin their search for a new principal and the VP's will have their hands full as they take on the additional workload required of them this year.
My mother has been diagnosed with polymyositis (sp?) which is an autoimmune disease. The medication hasn't been helping her too much yet. It is sobering to see my mother, so full of vitality, lose a lot of her independence over the summer. My mother has taken excellent care of 11 children, shown a continued interest in their lives and in the lives of her 40+ grandchildren. Now it is our privilege to care for her.
In both cases, we know that the Lord has been supreme in their lives and that they find their hope and comfort in Jesus Christ.
That doesn't take away all the sadness from us and we groan with them as we see them suffer. It is also a reminder of the brevity of life and how our health can change so quickly.
Thankfully, our hope is not pinned on this life but we know we have a brighter future to look forward to, one where there is no sickness, pain, or tears. May we all be found in Christ on the last day with our 'hope built on nothing less, than Jesus' blood and righteousness.'
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