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Nature Study with Baby Girl
"Studying" a tree
Examining a smooth green leaf
"Crunching" dead brown leaves
Baby Girl and I enjoyed the cooler weather this morning by having nature study in our yard. Since she is visually impaired, it is very important that she uses all of her senses to explore the world around her. We listened to the birds and to the wind blowing through the trees, and I made a point of telling her exactly what she was hearing & used my voice to mimic what we were hearing as well. She felt fresh & smooth green leaves, crunchy & dead brown leaves, and the rough bark of a tree. We talked about the feel of the green grass as we walked in it-barefoot. With each day I am learning more & more about what works for her. I have to do even more "thinking outside the box" than I've done previously as a homeschooler, but we are both learning as we go.
"In the depths of winter I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer."
Yesterday marked the first day of spring for those of us in the northern hemisphere. It's a season of rebirth. It's a season that reminds us that there's life after death. We begin to see the light after a long darkness. We begin to feel the comfort of warmth where we once felt the bitterness of the cold. Flowers burst forth in color and trees display the brilliant green of new growth. Spring is the promise of summer to come: long days, relaxed schedules, trips to the beach, picnics, ice cream. It's a season of hope.
But what if winter didn't end? What if the darkness didn't go away? What if the bone-chilling numbness became your constant companion? What if the world lost its color? Would you keep searching for the light? Would you look for new growth? For how long? Would you continue even when it became a frantic search that ended in deeper darkne…
"He lifted me out of the pit of despair, out of the mud and the mire. He set my feet on solid ground and steadied me as I walked along." Psalm 40:2 (New Living Translation)
Sometimes we need tangible reminders. We want a memento or a souvenir to help us remember a special event or a cherished person: photographs, ticket stubs, dried flowers. We hold on to these objects. We look at these treasures and remember where we've been. We think of how we've been changed because of the people connected to them. On hard days, particularly if that cherished person has passed on into eternity, we cling to our treasured objects with every fiber of our being, gripping them tightly as the tears flow down our faces. Then, through the pain, the significance of that object brings a smile to our face. We remember the funny movie we watched together, or we laugh at the funny faces we made in the picture. The joy mingles with the pain, and we find the strength to make room for both. That…