UPDATE: It is now 9:45 AM and I am fully awake and can clearly see how stupid silly this post is. I doubt seriously that I'll die anytime soon. Drama Queen at her best. Have a great day friends.
Go ahead and laugh at me, but this is how I feel and I'm sticking with it! (Said with my arms folded over my chest and my tongue stuck out.)
It is 3:44 AM and I have been up since 1:20. I took NyQuil at 9 PM and was sleeping just fine until I woke to go to the bathroom. And that's when the coughing resumed. Some people really are dying . . . I just feel as though I might.
If this feels like a pointless post to you then you were definitely not up at 3:46 AM coughing a lung up.
Seeking to be more productive with my time . . .
I love homeschooling and spending all of my time with my kids. We are reading some pretty cool books and enjoying the discussions. I have no idea how much of what I'm reading is reaching my newest girl. The vocabulary is over her head . . . praying she catches it. (I'm using way too many elipses. I learned that those dots are called elipses because I homeschool. But I digress . . . sorry.)
Last week I instructed the three olders to write a paper giving two perspectives on the exact same experience. Valerie chose a horse topic, Kev' chose soccer and Kari chose a foster vs. adopted child in the same home. All papers were well thought out and interesting. I knew nothing of Valerie's topic and she taught me about the government's desire to round up and adopt out wild horses. She gave the perspective of the government and that of the horses. She even did research to ensure that her beliefs were accurate.
Kevin's setting was the soccer field. He was the protaganist in the story. The referee on the field made a call against him that he believed to be wrong. His paper described in detail his perspective as well as that of the ref. Kevin brought into the story the personal history of the ref and how that history affected his response to criticism and how Kevin took the opportunity to teach him of the freedom that can be found in God's word.
Kari, our dear Kari that loves to write and process her feelings through her writing. She wrote about two boys; both living with the same family. One boy had been adopted by the family and the other was living with the family as a foster child. She beautifully articulated the two perspectives that these two children feel as a result of their status differences in the family. She chose to bring a terrible accident upon the foster father in order to help the foster child see how important this man had become in his life. Every single time she puts pencil to paper she teaches us and I am grateful.
The three olders are doing the same high school core with me. We are reading some pretty heavy books to go along with this core. Currently we are reading Peace Child by Don Richardson. Youza' ~ heavy stuff. Mr. Richardson tells of a people group in Papau New Guinea called the Sawi. These are cannabalistic headhunters and Mr. Richardson's description of their stone-age-type existance can make your skin crawl. The first two chapters almost made me put the book down, but Mr. Richardson's intent was clear. We had to know the extent at which satan had a hold of these people in order to see the mighty work that Christ could do in their lives. We are only to chapter seven, maybe only 1/3 through, but we are starting to learn how God used Mr. Richardson and others to bring light to this very dark jungle.
Mr. Richarson and the other missionaries had to be able to see the Sawi culture through the eyes of their people before they could bring God to them. It is important that we open our eyes to other perspectives and understand the differences in cultures and lifestyles while showing them Christ's light.
How often do we as Christians mess this up?!
Look around you. Could you write a perspective paper (even if only in your head) telling two sides of a situation? One from your perspective and one from the perspective of someone who sees it completely different than you?
That was one of our exercises this week and we found it interesting.
Sure wish I could sleep ~ 4:15 AM and still coughing.
This always makes me think of that terrible illness nine years ago.
So grateful that it is only a virus and hopeful that we will all be healthy again very soon.
Praying you had a peaceful night's rest.
Love to you friends!!