My Teachable Moment

I had just finished a Christian yoga class before our visit and was completely relaxed, still, and slow in breath.

Thrilled to do something tangible for Ruth, The Most Beautiful Woman I Know, she graciously allowed me to type this post from her dictation.  It first appeared on her website, Bright Hope Ministries.  You can also read her story there.

January 2011

The details of her battle with terminal cancer would make even the toughest man break.  But through it all, she has managed to rise above.

In sharing her testimony, she has planted many seeds.  During this decade long journey she has pointed everyone she meets to Him.  Some say she is stronger than they would be in the same circumstances.  Ruth is an amazing human being.

The tumors in her head have begun to press against her ear drum and optical nerves.  One eye has been sewn shut and the other, partially.  Her sight is compromised and her hearing in one ear is gone.

It was quiet in her bedroom with the exception of a Chris Rice instrumental CD playing softly in the background.  I sat next to her, on her ‘good ear’ side, propped up on pillows with the lap top in my lap, and waited for her words.  They came slowly.  It was a humbling experience.  I listened intently and did not speak.  If you know me, this usually isn’t easy to do; but for some reason, this night, it was.  I only occasionally offered and suggested synonyms when she searched for just the right word to express.

But it was me who benefited from this Teachable Moment.  My own husband suffers from these kinds of glances too.  This post is a beautiful way to introduce teaching our kids (and ourselves) to pray for others who suffer from the stigma of being different.

Only 272 words that pack a powerful punch.

Teachable Moment by Ruth Moran

“Look! Mama, Look! Look! Mama!”
I have to admit it. I had actually gotten used to hearing that. Not from my own child but from someone else’s who was staring at me. It happened again last night in, of all places, Wal-Mart. This time, I actually doubled back to give “Mama” another opportunity for a glance.

I confess, it has been one of my most hurtful, and one of the longest-in-coming lessons to learn: not being offended by people staring at my deformities. But oh, for the opportunity to talk to this young mother about this teachable moment she has before her, not just for teaching etiquette skills and good manners and polite behavior around those who are different, but for inspiring ongoing dialogue about how God’s plans are at work in someone’s life who looks very different.

If given the chance, I’d say, “Mama, here is what you can teach that child. God must have something very important working in the inside of that person’s heart if He’s decided that their outside would be different like that. We must pray that that person’s heart will be strong in trusting God to know what He is planning to do. And we should also pray that that person will trust God to heal the hurts that go along with being different. “

And that is only the beginning of the lesson. Why not teach your child, instead of pointing out their differences, to add a friendly hello with a smile along with all that etiquette. It wouldn’t hurt either for all the adults who stare to learn a lesson or two.

 

Please join me in praying for Ruth and her family.

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Mother’s Day Resolve

Looking in my hope chest as a young mom, I came across a brochure my mom had given me.  It was a baby care brochure that came from the Miami hospital where she had me in 1968.  It was all they had given her.  It was pretty silly, actually.  A small 31 page brochure of how to take care of a baby for 2 weeks.  The information on baby care consists of only 13 pages… the rest is baby names.  They advise hiring a baby nurse.  Seriously?  If only.

If you make it past the 14 days, you are on your own!

Being motherless has made an impact on me.  I miss her the most on Mother’s Day.  At the time of my baby’s births, my mom was already gone…

I had felt more prepared than my own mom with all the research and planning I had done while waiting patiently with my swollen belly.

That is until the nurse laid that brand new baby on my chest and this daunting realization of… this isn’t just a baby but a soul.

“You don’t have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body.”  C.S. Lewis

As a mother, God has entrusted me with more than just precious babies.  He has entrusted me with three beloved souls that are eternal.  She will spend her forever somewhere.  It is our responsibility as moms to tell and teach our kids about the things of God…..  When we lie down and when when get up.

“Fix these words of mine in your hearts and minds; tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads.  Teach them to your children, talking about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up.” Deuteronomy 11:19

I know I can not pull this off by myself.   I mess up daily.  In trying to authentically embrace an imperfect life, I must trust Him.

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways submit to him,
and he will make your paths straight.”

Making my way through crunchy sticky floors and undone chores with imperfect attempts, and unkind words that fall out of my mouth too late to stuff back in;  I am grateful for His trust in me.

And although the hospital didn’t give me an inadequate baby care brochure, I can rely on God’s manual as my guide.  As I look at my girls I know they are counting on us.

They may not remember what I say, but they will remember what I do.

I resolve to not take motherhood lightly, to use His words as my manual, to embrace the imperfect moments that are gone all too soon, and to be grateful for this short time entrusted to me.

I pray your Mother’s Day is filled with the knowledge that God entrusting precious children (biological, adopted, or loved) to you is truly a gift.  Not the kind with fancy bows but ones with eternal souls.

 

Special Olympics

Definition of

special [spesh-uhl] adjective;  distinguished, distinctive; important in own way

Volunteering at Special Olympics this Spring, was a wonderful way to give a little of ourselves.  My focus was on what my girls would get out of it.  I hadn’t expected to be the receiver of the blessing.

Special Olympics began as a backyard program during the summer for people with intellectual disabilities in 1968.  Now all disabilities are included and it has transformed lives and attitudes.  As a global mission, there are over 3 million athletes in over 180 countries.

History:

“It all began in the early 1960s, when Eunice Kennedy Shriver saw how unjustly and unfairly people with intellectual disabilities were treated. She also saw that many children with special needs didn’t even have a place to play. She decided to take action.

Soon, her vision began to take shape, as she held a summer day camp for young people with intellectual disabilities in her own backyard. The goal was to learn what these children could do in sports and other activities – and not dwell on what they could not do. This vision eventually grew into the global Special Olympics movement.”

Now, THAT IS an awesome example of THE POWER OF ONE!

This…..

is the power of a few homeschool moms and their kids…..

The opening ceremonies were awesome.  (Click at top right to pause music and click below to listen to “Chariots of Fire” theme that played at the running of the torch.)  It is almost like being there!

 

This little guy was so excited to run with the torch, we thought he just might bust!   I know our momma’s hearts almost burst.  I held my breath waiting for them to round the bend.

Running with the torchWe cheered like crazy!

Now that is a genuine smile.

Abigail with her precious buddy rockin’ that extra chromosome!  She could hardly keep up with her!

Who doesn’t like face painting?

Receiving her medal, my buddy was beaming all over.  I was too, like a proud momma.

These children were amazing.  It was a beautiful experience.

“For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.” Psalm 139:13 ESV

You, too, are the power of one!  What was your experience with Special Olympics like?  Any other ideas for volunteering?  I would LOVE to hear them!

My precious five year old reciting John 14:1-6 by memory…

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Listen closely, she’s a fast talker!  We memorized this is 8 weeks, one new verse each week.

(Forgive the mess in the background and make sure you notice that she just lost one of her two front teeth.  ☺)

John 14:1-6 (ESV)

I Am the Way, and the Truth, and the Life

14 “Let not your hearts be troubled. Believe in God; believe also in me. In my Father’s house there are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that?  I go to prepare a place for you.And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, that where I am you may be also. And you know the way to where I am going.” 5 Thomas said to him, “Lord, we do not know where you are going. How can we know the way?” Jesus said to him, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.

This has been such a blessing in the midst of our school days this term…..(in between listening to John Williams and learning our letter sounds.)

If she can do it, anyone can!  What are your plans for Bible memorization?  Don’t let age stop you from pressing forward.