Five in a Row: A Pair of Red Clogs

Another post out of the archives, as I'm reorganizing!

This is another very sweet book about a young girl in Japan who gets a new pair of red clogs... then cracks them.  It deals with deceit, truthfulness, honor, stewardship, and family relationships as the little girl first tries to deceive her mother into getting her a new pair, and then realizes that isn't the right way.

Geography and culture: These activities were much the same as for Grandfather's Journey, so we repeated a lot of the information again.

We added a few more books to our study this week, since we had the extra time.  The library had great books about Japan for kids.

All About Japan for children was a very good introduction to Japan for young kids.  It included a lot of information about daily life in the city and in the countryside of Japan, narrated by children.  It briefly described the major holidays in Japan, and traditional games and foods.  We read a few pages of this book every day.  The traditional holidays gave us a lot to talk about.  We compared their beliefs with Christian beliefs. I.e. They worship their dead ancestors; we worship a living Creator God.  They have many creation stories, involving many gods and lesser deities, often in conflict; we believe in One God who created everything from nothing and still rules it today.  D pulled this book out first thing every morning, ready to dive in.

Manjiro is an amazing true story I had never heard before!  We read it two days in a row, even though it was long.  I think we'll read it again before we take it back to the library.  It is the true story of a shipwrecked Japanese boy who makes his way to America on a whaling ship, never knowing if he will make his way home to see his family again.  He learns the English language, works his way through school, gets a higher education in navigation, and earns enough to buy his own ship, with the goal of returning to his homeland.  It takes place in the early 1800's, when Japan was still closed to the outside world, and even Japanese citizens who left the border were not allowed to return, on penalty of death.  Read the story to see what happens!

Thanks to the maps in this books, we were able to trace all of Manjiro sea journeys.  We talked about how Americans still mostly lived on the east coast at that time, so when sailing, boats would travel all the way around Cape Horn to get to Asia. We learned the names of the different oceans.    We also talked about the building of the Panama Canal to make ocean travel quicker.

The Tale of the Mandarin Ducks is a Japanese folktale about compassion and love.  I enjoyed the the story (especially as an animal lover), but the mystical elements left D very confused, so I had to explain it to him.  He was still confused.  We don't read very many fairy tales or fables, but think we need to start incorporating them more so he can learn to separate the mystical from what is real, and learn that even "not true" stories can teach us important lessons.

We cooked a few more Japanese meals and made rice balls in seaweed wraps based on a recipe we found in the children's book on Japan.  This was a big hit, because making them was very sensory - i.e. sticky!  And they were delicious.

Math:  We did math with our book this week!  The story begins with a trip to a market for the little girl to buy a new pair of clogs.  The first few illustrations are of the market street and inside one of the shops.  We used the street scene as our backdrop.

We played shop with props that matched the goods for sale in the book: flowers, fish, apples, and "clogs."  I found the red flip flops at the Dollar Tree and D was so excited! I kept them a surprise until I had the store laid out.  He asked me to make a store sign with Japanese characters on it to put on the top of our market scene.  We got out our jar of spare coins.  He paid for the items and told me what change he should receive.  This is one of D's favorite activities, so we did it for a long time.  We left it set up for most of the day so that during his quiet time he could continue to play.

Social studies:  Our social study this week was mostly on character.  We talked about lying, deceiving, honoring parents, stewardship.  The little girl wanted to new pair of clogs enough to purposefully get her cracked pair very muddy, hoping her mother would then buy her new ones.

We talked about how her actions we deceitful, even though her words were not direct lies.  She was trying to trick her mother.  We found some verses in the Bible about deceit.

Instead of buying her new clogs, her mother tells her to wash them, reminding her that you "always try to clean a thing before you buy a new one."  We talked about how this attitude and course of action is called stewardship.  We ought to take good care of our things so they last and work for a long time.  We had many opportunities throughout the week to learn practical ways to steward our belongings.  For instance the boys began playing a game involving pushing their bikes down a hill so they crashed into each other.  I asked Daniel if that game was exercising good stewardship of his bike; was it helping his bike last and work for a long time?  He realized it was not good stewardship to crash his bike on purpose, and stopped.

We discussed honoring your parents.  It doesn't only mean obeying commands, but also stewarding things your parents give you, like caring for your clothing so it lasts and cleaning up your toys so the house stays tidy and they don't get broken or hurt anyone.  Honoring also means not deceiving or lying to your parents, but telling the truth and acting truthfully, without trying to trick them to get your way.  I asked D if he ever tries to trick me in order to get his way, and he admitted that he has and gave me some examples.  We talked about how God tells us to be truthful and prayed together.

Art:  We made decorative carp, like the Japanese hang in front of their homes to celebrate "Children's Day."  The carp symbolize strength and courage, things the Japanese pray for their children to acquire as they grow up.

Katy and the Big Snow

(this is an old post that never ended up published due to some technical difficulties - but here it is now!)

We have been continuing with the Five in a Row curriculum, reading and studying a new book each week (or in some cases, every other week).  

Our most recent study has been Katy and the Big Snow by Virginia Lee Burton.  I love all of the books by this author, and we were lucky enough to find a collection of her works at the library, so we also read Mike Mulligan and His Steam Shovel, The Little House (made me cry), and Maybelle the Cable Car this week. 

December seemed like a good time to study a book about snow.  Two weeks ago the temperatures were consistently below freezing.  Well, this week it hit 60!!  Most of the week was in the fifties.  So, we didn't really relate to Katy's story!  At least D remembers a little bit about last winter in Kentucky.  When we were selling our house we were constantly barraged by snow and ice, to the point where our van doors froze shut and we couldn't even walk out onto our sloped driveway because of the thick ice.  We ended up staying in the house when people came to look, since I couldn't carry the kids out to the van, and the few times I did try to drive I slid all over the place.  

So... I am very thankful that it does not typically snow here.  I don't care for snow (except maybe to look at it while sipping hot chocolate INSIDE), and I am happy to not have to worry about salt, ice, huge piles of grey snow blocking your view of oncoming traffic, dangerous driving, etc.  So we got to read about snow plows and snow while experiencing a wet, mild Pacific Northwest week.    

Katy is about a tractor owned by the Highway Department of the city of Geopolis who works on the roads in the summer and plows snow in the winter.  It tells the story of her plowing out the city and restoring all its important functions after a snow storm.  She plows out the road to the hospital so a doctor can get his patient there, plows out the police department and main roads so the police can protect the city, plows out a path to a fire so the fire department can make it there in time, and helps other departments of the city. 

Our main project with this book was to create our own city!  We used our road floor mat, city building blocks, train set, and all sorts of our trucks and cars to recreate a city like Geopolis.  We built a train station, police department, fire station, city hall, post office, and other important buildings that are featured in the book.  

For part of our social studies, we learned about different road signs.  D surprised me by already knowing most of them.  He colored and cut out the signs, then pasted them onto popsicle sticks.  I wrote out the name of each sign and he traced over it for handwriting practice.  Then he matched each sign with the correct name (without me reading them, so he had to sound the words out as best as he could). 

  

For part of our science study we read several books about snow and weather.  We were able to talk about all the aspects of wintery weather in the book: the storm started as rain, turned into snow, blew into drifts, broke a powerline, and burst a water pipe (that happened in our Kentucky house last year!).   We also got to talk about how where we live is insulated by the bay and the mountains, and so we experience different weather patterns than the rest of the state.  The science books also talked about the tundra, tree line, animals that live in the snow, and the polar regions,which we studied last week when we read Very Last First Time.  It was fun to revisit things we had already learned.       

We watched videos of different kinds of snow plows, from trucks, to tractors, to the plows on trains.  Then, because it was mentioned in one of the books, we found several videos on huge ice breaker ships.  We watched news stories on the research ship that was stuck in frozen water near Antarctica last year.  Those ships are pretty impressive, so we really enjoyed learning about them!  

We built another city, on our circular mat, to practice cardinal directions.  The mat conveniently has roads going North, South, East, West and two other directions depending which way you turn it.  This play set is really special because my grandmother sewed and handpainted the mat and my grandfather cut, sanded, painted, and glazed each block.  Some pieces have handpainted windows and doors, some pieces are colorful roofs.  

Each page in Katy has an illustrated compass rose, and each part of the story describes which direction Katy plows the roads.  For instance, she plows the roads to the hospital in West Geopolis.  We built some of the buildings from the book around the city, then D drove cars around the city as I told him to go East, South, Northeast, on so on.  

For our language study we update our transportation board with new modes of transportation as we read each new book.  This week we added a snow plow (I printed a picture of Katy) and a mail truck.  This little activity also fits under vocabulary, social studies, and cultural studies, depending on what sort of transportation we've added.  That's what is so fun about literature based learning - everything overlaps!  

We also searched for actions words (which we do with every book) to write down and then act out.  D has learned some great new vocabulary from this activity each week.  

For our art activity this week we learned about how snowflakes are symmetrical patterns of ice.  We used popsicle sticks and hot glue to build really cool snowflakes and then painted them and added glitter (thank you Pinterest!).  These will be part of our Christmas decorations as soon as I get around to decorating the house.  

The Five in a Row curriculum is heavily based on having meaningful conversations with your children.  I don't have pictures to show you, but through this book we were able to talk about Katy's perseverance, why hard work is important and meaningful, and the functions of all the different parts of a city.    

Adoption and Big Scary Dollar Signs

I need to talk to you about adoption and that thing that scares everyone about it: money. 

You know, the devil hates adoption.  He HATES the idea that someone would believe the Gospel so whole-heartedly that they would live it out and adopt, and love, and cherish, and bring into their family as a co-heir with their biological sons and daughters a child of no blood relation to them.  He hates that Christians would willingly go through stress and anxiety and work and meetings with social workers and financial sacrifice and struggle in order to make their own one who was not their own.   He reviles it.  Because adoption is soaked in Gospel implications.  And it spells his own doom.  It reminds him of the Child born to a scared teenage girl, adopted by an earthly father, who will one day return to crush him.  He couldn’t destroy that child, so he will try to destroy other vulnerable children and adoptions.    

The first thing he whispers into the ear of would-be adoptive parents is: “you can’t afford it.”   

Newborn and international adoptions have some big scary dollar signs attached.  And Satan wants hopeful adoptive parents to run the other way.  It’s not worth the sacrifice.  The cost can seem so dark and looming that the whole idea appears impossible.  God will never provide that much.  But it’s not impossible.  It is exactly the kind of impractical and improbable lifework - requiring self-sacrifice, pain, and perseverance - that God loves to do to put the glory of the Gospel of Christ on display in this darkened world.

Now this post isn’t really for adopting families.  They know all this. 

I’m talking to you:  those of you not adopting.  This message is for you. 

Adoptive families need you. 

Adoptive families are not walking down this path in their own strength and with (only) their own resources – or at least they shouldn’t be.  God is probably not going to give them a one-time-only gift of the Holy Spirit that allows them to conjure money out of thin air in order to finance an adoption.  He is going to use YOU. 

He is going to use you to pray.  And he is going to use you to give. 

Pray for strength, perseverance, and joyfulness in the trials that come.  Pray for wisdom and clarity on moving forward in the process. 

Pray for money.  Adoptive families really need you to pray for money.  It sounds crass, but it’s reality.  I think we can sometimes have the feeling that it’s more spiritual to not talk about money. But adoption takes money.  Lots and lots of money.  Money money money.  Money (I'm trying to help us get past the awkwardness).  Money (Is it working?).

Pray for that adoptive family to be provided the funds they need and then ask God how much he wants you to give.  Maybe he’ll say nothing.  But he might say five dollars.  Or five hundred.  

You may not be adopting, but you have everything to do with this.  You are members of the body of  Christ, and your fellow member needs a lot of money – that they don’t have - to do a God-honoring thing.  They have stepped out in faith, and now it’s your turn.  Pray and give. 

Walk alongside your brothers and sisters in Christ and show Satan that he will not win this battle.  The dollar signs are big, but our faith is bigger.  And together, our pockets are deep for the work of God. 

The church will stand together against the culture of death-by-abortion.  The church will raise up families who open their homes to the fatherless.  The church will be a beacon of hope to women facing crisis pregnancies.  The church will have open arms for children of all races, health, abilities, nationalities, and backgrounds.  The church will live sacrificially.  The church will give sacrificially.  Supporting adoption – in word and prayer and deed – is a huge part of how we do this.  

Little children, let us not love in word or talk but in deed and in truth.  1 John 3:18

Photo Credit: Alan Levine  Creative Commons Licensing

  

Dear Young Women

To the young women in my life…

Turning thirty has me in a reflective mood.  My twenties were full and busy.  My life was a roller coaster through college, marriage, children, chronic pain, adoption, moving, seminary, jobs, ministry.  When looking back on it today, what stands out to me is the remarkable and faithful young women with whom I shared my twenties and the everlasting impact they made on my faith.  And this verse came to mind:   

“Let no one despise you for your youth, but set the believers an example in speech, in conduct, in love, in faith, in purity.”  1 Timothy 4:12

Young women have been some of my most powerful teachers.  They have been some of the most striking examples of Gospel-centered living and servant-hearted sacrifice.  They have been some of the most solemn illustrations of living prostrate before the Lord in total trust and dependence. 

You have done this despite being busy and tired and overwhelmed and struggling and in pain.  But let me tell you: you are a breath of fresh air to my soul.  You, in your youth, your tears, in your mess, are life-giving to me.  You have wisdom from the Lord that defies your years and genuine faith that inspires me.          

You, who suffered the unthinkable, and had two children die by the time you were 33.  You showed me what it looks like to praise God even in mourning.  When you got those phone calls and still cried out to the Lord instead of cursing Him - I was there.  I saw.  And I saw how big and mighty and loving our God is in your eyes.  I saw Him uphold you.  I saw you cling to Him rather than run away.  You showed me that in the darkest night, He is still good and worthy of our devotion.  You opened your mouth and the wisdom of the Word came pouring out.  Will you be wiser in thirty years?  Yes!  But I needed to hear you right then.  I needed the truth that was on your lips as you cried; the words of a broken young woman worshiping her eternal God. 

You, who are suffering from disabling pain that began after your first baby – you have shown me the source of true wisdom like no one else.  God crushed your dream of being a career missionary.   He took from you the joyful prospect of more children.  He changed your ability to serve your husband and your family and your church.  He gave instead sleepless nights, financial trouble, hard decisions, isolation, and pain.  But through the agony and despair, He taught your heart to say:  “It is good for me that I was afflicted that I might learn your statutes.”  You grew closer to Him as all else was taken away.  You say again and again: “This is God’s best for me.  It can be nothing else.”  And you mean it.  “All this pain has been for my good and God’s glory.” And my heart is changed.  You are young, but your faith is ancient and deep.  Your trust high and wide.  I need to know you, see you, hear you, young woman.  Because as He teaches you through your pain, He reveals His Grace to me. 

You, whose husband left you with two toddlers and a baby on the way.  You are far too young for such pain.  Far too young to be able to tell such a story.  Twenty seven.  But you show me what it means to have a “gentle and quiet spirit” as you live in peace and trust and worship before your God.  The Gospel of Christ is real to you- your everlasting hope - as you walk through the fall out of a broken marriage.  God is the Faithful One, though people will fail.  You learned this young and hard.  You count everything as loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus your Lord. (Phil 3:8).  Will I trust Him too, your life asks me?  Will I really trust Him, if my world falls down?        

You, who have faced miscarriage after miscarriage.  You are young, but your eyes are often raw with weeping, your body aches beyond its age, and your arms are empty, your longing unfulfilled.  Yet you still believe God’s Word.  It is precious, it is life to you.  His plan feels like pain, yet you worship.  Your grief is an ever present void, but the Lord’s praises are on your lips, His songs in your heart, as you listen for what He has to teach you.  You know His plans are greater than your own, and His ways are always wise.  You know that He shed His Son’s own blood to ransom your soul; your deepest need is met; your future in glory is secure.  I need the teaching that He has put in your heart.  I need your perspective on His love.  Not later someday when you have processed this all; but now in the darkness where the light of fervent and unlikely faith shines so bright.   

You, who serve patiently, selflessly every day.  Your parenting journey so far has been short, but its intensity is like that of a lifetime.  You said “yes” when the adoption agency showed you her picture and the file that said, “fetal alcohol syndrome – failure to thrive.”  You said “yes” to sacrificial Christlike love.  Your faith belittles mine!   Your hope puts me to shame!  Your God is my God - but you know Him so much more!   I need you, young woman, to teach my soul to trust Him – truly, wholly, unreservedly.  To serve and love without holding back. 

You, dear sweet friend, who in your early twenties faced anxiety, insomnia, a broken engagement, and poor health.  Your spirit resolved to trust the Lord though you saw no way out of your circumstances, and the future was a black hole.  Your mind was racing and fearful, but you fought fiercely for your faith, and it was well with your soul.  When I felt fear and insecurity, your gentle words reminded me of God’s promises and reinforced my heart.  When insomnia ruled my nights you offered me pearls of wisdom from your own trials.  “When your body cannot rest, your mind can still rest in Christ.  Use the long empty nights to praise Him in the quiet.”  Many sleepless nights have followed and I have never forgotten those words.  Praise God. 

Dear young women, sometimes you think you have nothing to offer.  You are too young.  Too busy.  Too deeply “in the trenches” to have anything of worth to share.  Until you are past it all, you’ll have little impact on other's lives.

      

You are so wrong. 

 

Because by your faithful lives and words you have pointed me over and over – not to yourself – but to our God. 

You believe in the Gospel with fervency.  You trust the Lord with a tenacity born out of struggle and despair.  You hold on to the Savior as if your life depends on it – because you know that it does.  We need to see your faith, hear of it, praise God for it, dear sisters - in your youth, in your suffering, in your weakness, in the mess.  

     

“Let no one despise you for your youth, but set the believers an example in speech, in conduct, in love, in faith, in purity.” 1 Timothy 4:12

You have done it well.