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be still…and learn.

In the late 1890’s, a group of German psychologists were performing experiments to test the minds’ ability to remember short term. First, they gave a list of nonsense words to a group of people to memorize. A day later, they tested the group, who had no problems recalling the list. Second, they gave the same list to a different group to memorize, but this time gave a 2nd list of words immediately after learning the first. The next day, this group was unable to remember the initial set of words.

But in a third group, they gave a first list to memorize. Then after a delay of two hours, were given the second list to study. As with the first group, these had little trouble recalling the initial set of nonsense words. What does this tell us?

As noted with research on boxers in the late 1800’s, “a memory, even a strong one, remains unstable for a brief period after it’s formed.”

If you’re like me, you’ve immediately begun thinking about practical applications for something like this. Not the least of which – how to encourage families (including my own) to chew on the Word of God brought to the table each Sunday morning throughout the week? Or in schooling, how to make sure that when our children learn something, they can remember it the following day?

By slowing down the pace of life. By reducing the speed at which new activities come. After a lesson or message, paying attention to what comes next. Not jumping right into something that requires large amounts of thought. Of course we also know that reinforcing a topic through repetition, review, and discussion can all help in large ways also.

Which kinda makes the average school day seem less effective, as students move from attaching their brains to one hose of information to the next, with very little time in between to solidify the memory of that knowledge. It seems like it would do parents some good to try and “bring to the surface” each class individually from that day, and after each discussion give some downtime to allow those memories to catch. If anything, to try and schedule the class your student struggles in either just before lunch, or at the end of the day. Although then perhaps you have to fight the anxious distractions of “I’m just about to leave.” syndrome.  I’m thankful for our choice to home-school, and the flexibility it offers each of our children as they grow and learn.

As for the Word of God that comes to us New every morning? That upon receiving it, we would spend time, either alone in quiet, or around a table (with food? 🙂 ) discussing and reviewing it together. Which points to meals together after church as being more than just a “nice Sabbath family tradition”, and more of a “vital Sabbath family practice” to encourage the long-term working of God’s Word in our hearts and lives.

In either case, if we want something to be remembered…we stay OFF the internet for a while after it. The immediate requirements placed on our working memory while we use the web fights against our brains ability to consolidate long-term memories into our identity.

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what it’s like.

When someone asks you where you grew up, you immediately begin to think about memories from your childhood.  I remember riding the bus to school for a couple hours every morning, as we were at the beginning of the bus route.  I remember watching the group of Indians set up their Teepee’s in the cornfield across the street from our house.  I remember riding my bike to McDonald’s the first day it was open, to be among the very first customers.  I remember working at the “Can Return” counter of the grocery store, sorting cans and bottles by their brand, and getting pop/beer all over my arms doing it…ew..:)  These are all just a few of the cool things I remember about growing up in Mid-Michigan, born in 1981.

So I was thinking recently, that all of these things we’re doing as a family, could possibly end up as defining moments they remember as they recount their “growing up” to others someday.  As their first room mate in college asks them, laying on their bunks, getting to know each other…”So what was it like growing up?”

I realize the time and energy we put into creating family moments and memories may not actually accomplish them being cemented in memory and heart forever.  They may remember the small, seemingly insignificant moments where daddy sat on the floor playing “Pretty Pretty Princess”, or when mommy helped do their hair up in a bun for ballet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

But it’s also possible…they’ll remember that almost every year we went to the Illinois State Fair.  That daddy drove the bus for the “Seniors” from our church for Senior Day, and usually took the family along.  That Grandpa and Grandma usually came with too, which meant they got to ride the ponies!!  That there was a life-size cow completely sculpted out of butter, aptly named the “Butter Cow”.  That they actually got to MILK a real cow, and watch that stream of white squirt out when they squeezed, just like they’d read about in “Ma and Pa” (Little House on the Prarie)  That while our oldest was chewing her corn-dog, she realized her very first tooth was loose!!  And this year, we were able to randomly feed a baby camel as well…which was the highlight of MY day! (mommy enjoyed it too, but yanked her hand back so fast it disappeared on camera. 🙂

Remembering that these moments may stick with them, not just as memories but as “this is what it was like…”, certainly makes me want to breathe slower in the midst of them.  Pray through them.  Speak words of love and hope into these moments.  Because these same moments, also have potential for me to recount someday as my grandkids ask me, “What was mommy like when she was my age?”
But I’m probably thinking too far ahead….:)

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praying for peace.

We’re moving into a new stage of our adoption, that of being approved by the US Government.  The State has given it’s thumbs up, and from what we’ve heard it shouldn’t be any problem, approval-wise, from here.  The difficult part now will be the fund-raising, the information/document gathering, and the waiting.  As I’ve said already, I believe the “waiting” is not inactive, but a precious and valuable part of the entire journey.  So I’ve been trying to use this time to learn more about where our daughter is coming from, and how to be in prayer for her.

That’s hard.

Right now, in the land my daughter lives, there is much brokenness.  As if living in one of the most densely populated and poverty-stricken countries in the world wasn’t enough, there’s more.  A war is going on.  Children are being recruited as soldiers.  Civilians fear walking certain streets, for fear of being forcibly recruited or killed.  Women are being raped.  The scarcity of food, drinking water, etc….is made even more scarce by the fear that you may not survive the trip.  I would talk more on the specifics, except there are blogs and search engines I’d rather not be connected to.  For more information on the DRC, check out my new page.

There has been a “ceasefire” for 4 weeks now, simply meaning there have been fewer deaths during these days.  But the rebels continue to recruit while the country’s army continues to make plans for how to “handle them”.  Soon, the ceasefire will most likely be broken or end, and who knows what will happen to the area.

As a small consolation – the area we will most likely go to pick up our daughter someday – is completely on the other side of the country.  But she may come from the war-torn region herself…and no matter what, will be obviously impacted by what is happening there right now.

Yet, here we are at the beginning of a new school year.  An amazing mom and teacher, over-loaded with love and desires to teach and be with her family.  A first-grader who is soaking up every bit of knowledge she can.  2 pre-schoolers racing each other to see who can learn next.  A father who tries to be a solid disciplinary “Principal”, but is probably a push-over.  A home filled with love, being shaped by God, and an empty space waiting for our daughter to come home.

And so, we are praying for peace.  Peace in the midst of waiting for our daughter to be brought home.   Peace for our family, as we try to explain to our daughters exactly what is happening in this adoption process, and how to pray for their sister.  Peace that our fund-raising efforts and grant-applications might actually be fruitful in time.

But there is a peace we want more than all of these.  It’s what the citizens, army, AND rebel forces and families of the DRC want more than any ceasefire.  It’s what I want for my daughters, grandchildren, and great-great grandkids someday as well:

And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Look! God’s dwelling place is now among the people, and he will dwell with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God. ‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death’ or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.” – Revelation 21:3-4

But until that time comes, may we find ourselves going out into the world and announcing Jesus Christ is Lord.  Not with guns and picket signs – but with acts of Love, Grace, and New Life.  If we are constantly people who are praying for peace, we may more naturally live in a way that helps bring it about…”on earth as it is in Heaven…”