I have been a little quiet on here this week. It is our first week back to school and whenever we change schedules, “me” time is the hardest to place.
I know, I know. “You can’t pour from an empty cup” and “Take care of yourself first, Mama”
I respect and appreciate the heart of those sentiments, but I don’t believe this life is meant to be lived “me first.” Motherhood is sacrificial, Godly life is sacrificial. When we are working through new lessons and figuring out a different pace, it is the care and keeping of my family that comes first and I’ll fit myself in the puzzle as a structure emerges.
I suppose I have been making time for self-care, it just hasn’t been writing. I have been filling myself up with the Word of God (my soul care) and reading through Charlotte Mason Home Education. I need to make sure I am filling up my tank and expanding my own mind. I wouldn’t have anything to share here otherwise.
Well, what has school looked like for us this week? We have been turning our focus to Tornadoes and other natural disasters. The wonder of destructive forces pulls heavy on my son and we have been discussing their power, our appropriate response and the strength of our all-powerful LORD. It has been his fascination for a few weeks now and I wanted to turn that into a lesson focus; to teach him the joy of learning, how to research, and where our spiritual health fits into it all.
This is our key verse for the week as we work towards memorizing the whole passage.
“God is our refuge and our strength, a helper who is always found in times of trouble. Therefore we will not be afraid, though the earth trembles and the mountains topple into the depths of the sea, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with its turmoil.”
We want to be prepared and we want to faithful. This whole topsy-turvy year with so many things to fear, globally and personally, and all those screaming “faith or fear” makes me want to pause and focus on the truth with my family. The truth of the way that God asks us to act wisely in faith, to lean into His heart and seek what He wants from us. I’m working to memorize the entire chapter, myself, because I need the reminder too. I’ve shared before how important the passage is to me and have been finding connection in the stillness, in viewing Christ as the eye of the storm. The calmness in the center of confusion, the safe place.
The kids and I made this bread and shared laughs and stories together as we massaged the dough. There is something calming about warmth of dough on your hands.
We tackled this for a science project as we watched the yeast bubble and swarm, counting and measuring, and practicing patience as we waited for the double rise and to taste the fruits of our labor.
We made puffy paint and designed Tornadoes on paper to be tossed in glitter as though it was picking up muck from the earth in its swirling vortex.
Okay, so we might have used sprinkles because this is a sans glitter household as I hold onto my last shred of cleanliness and control. Turns out sprinkles aren’t that much cleaner, but I did have them. Perhaps I’ll be embracing another storm in my life soon. A storm of sparkles and smiles.
We experimented with water mix-ins and the “walking water” experiment as colored water carries across fibers of a paper towel.
We watched with pleasure as the towel turned orange, green, and red. As the colors swarmed, we were reminded of what we carry with us from place to place. Are we putting Christ on display in our fibers?
There were measuring and comparison concepts as we doodled many a tornado on paper or concrete. Most were chalk drawings in my oil stained garage with cars and toys being “sucked” up into them. My oldest was given the task to measure their height and the width at both the widest and narrowest point. Measuring is the current favorite form of math and I’m jumping all in, the practical application suits his needs and he rattles of the numbers with excitement.
This “whirlwind week” was a calm one of family bonding and learning through engagement.
“Tell me and I forget. Teach me and I remember. Involve me and I learn.Benjamin Franklin
I know this quote to be true with children and I believe it is equally true for us. The lessons of experience teach us so much more than just facts and figures. This is such a learning season, if we embrace it. A time to become students of our families and learn them like our own minds, a time to learn more of God and his calm in the storm, a time to reflect on what we display in the whirlwinds of life.