When We All Get To Heaven

Are you in a battle right now? Has this life defeated you? Left you worn and deflated?

So often our circumstances seem like the winner. Sick kids, stress at work, a house or car that keeps breaking through countless repairs, leaving us wondering how we’ll make it to our next paycheck. Friends that aren’t friendly. Doctor visits that take a turn for the worst, leaving us reeling. Circumstances can barge into any life and suck the joy right out faster than you can blink.

I am a worrier. I can let the circumstances of this world take over my heart and mind in an instant. But lately I’ve been reminding myself that this life is a journey… to home.

And circumstances are just a part of that journey, one that will end in victory.

Soon the traveling days are over…not a shadow, not a sigh. 

Not even a sigh. The circumstances that plague you on this day, in this moment, are temporary, friend! And guess who will get the victory in the end? You will, through Christ!

When we all see Jesus, we’ll sing and shout the victory!

When we see Jesus, we won’t be thinking about sickness anymore. We won’t be thinking about money, status, or hurts. We’ll be singing and shouting in victory.

So while we walk this journey here, the one that’s leading us closer to Jesus, and closer to home, let’s choose to walk in joy no matter what our circumstances try to do to us. We know who the real Winner is. We know who the true Victor is, and He walks beside us. He’ll even carry us if we need Him to!

When we all get to heaven what a day or rejoicing that will be! When we all see Jesus, we’ll sing and shout the victory!

When We All Get To Heaven (Eliza E. Hewitt, 1898: Public Domain) Arranged and Adapted by: Paige Givens, 2015

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Kindergarten + Math= Wow…Part I

When I was a kid, I was not one to ask questions or talk in class. I remember my mom giving me wise advice. “When you are in class, if there’s something you don’t understand, ask the teacher.” But I was not a questioner. I was, however, a good listener. I was very comfortable listening to the teacher and getting bits and pieces of understanding, and leaving it at that. Bits and pieces.

This worked well in most areas of the curriculum for me. I quickly picked up on reading strategies and writing tools, because I enjoyed reading and writing so much.

And then there was math. “Bits and pieces” didn’t work well with math understanding. And I didn’t ask questions, so I struggled with math strategies. I was very studious, however, and even if I struggled, I would grasp enough knowledge on “how to get the right answer” that I could get by on my homework and tests fairly well. Then, my class would move on to another math topic and I’d forget the exercises I’d memorized and crammed into my brain until the topic was revisited in the next grade. Then, I’d try to learn it all over again.

So it’s no surprise that when I started teaching, math was my least favorite subject. And yes, I taught kindergarten. I know what some of you are thinking right now…What kind of math is even taught in kindergarten? One year in April, the year of the “papers,” as I remember it, we had sent home a paper a day of math work, which had primarily made up my math instruction for the day. The papers consisted of shapes, patterns, sorting, and counting activities. That April at Open House, a parent asked me, “When will ya’ll start doing math?”

Huh? I began to explain to him that we were doing math in the papers that we were sending home each day. I explained how manipulating shapes, creating patterns, sorting items, etc. all consisted of mathematical thinking. This seemed to satisfy the parent, but it didn’t satisfy me, the teacher. I got to thinking about the question…”When will ya’ll start doing math?”

Well, actually we weren’t “doing” much of anything except for writing and drawing numbers and shapes on a paper to take home. Because of my own gaps in mathematical understanding, I was teaching my students how to fill out a paper correctly instead of how to build a strong foundation in number sense and geometry. Sometimes, especially when I was trying to explain concepts like teen numbers and addition, I would get frustrated with myself for not finding the right words. I knew there was more I should be saying.

And then Mrs. Byrd came to visit. I had a sweet but very social and talkative class the first year I met Jana, and when she came bouncing into my room, I thought , “She’s gonna love us!” a bit sarcastically. Most visitors that year had left a few minutes before their time was up with a look of relief.

She came to talk about shapes.

“How much can she say about shapes?” I thought in my three-years-of-experience-superior way (by the way, Mrs. Byrd was a veteran teacher of many years before she was a math specialist).

Mrs. Byrd read a story about shapes and stopped frequently, pointing out shapes in the room and on the pages. Then she asked the kids to point out shapes in the room.

“Who can find something in here that is a square?” she asked.

They all pointed at the door. Then at the bricks on the wall. I started sweating. And instead of telling them, no, that the door was not a square, she asked more questions! I started fanning.

“What do you think makes the door a square?” she asked.

“It’s got four sides,” was the most lucid answer, among shouts of “You open it!” and “I smashed my fingers one time!”

I was biting my tongue to keep the answers I wanted my kids to say inside my mouth. She was smiling, nodding, and having a marvelous time.

“Well, let’s look back at the book. What does it say about a square?” she asked.  And then she waited for them to speak.

It was messy. It wasn’t pretty. They eventually formed a good understanding of the properties of a square, and then they all walked over to the door. With only a few words from Mrs. Byrd (but lots of smiles) and a lot of words from the kids—I mean a lot—they were saying stuff that was insane, but then they were saying stuff of geniuses (two sides are a bit longer than the other two–it can’t be a square…it’s rectangular), every kid in my class realized that the door, the bricks on the wall, the windows, were not squares, but were, in fact rectangles.

When she was leaving, I felt like I had run a marathon. I waited for her look of pity or, even worse, reprimand. She turned to me and smiled and said, “Your kids have so much to say! That is just wonderful! They are able to form such good concepts. ”

I don’t even remember how I responded. I just knew that I needed her to come back. In forty minutes, Jana Byrd had pulled more thoughts from my students than I’d ever dreamed could come from a talk about a square.

And she’d done it by asking a few questions. Thinking back, I realized that most of the talking came from the children, not from the teacher. The kids immediately felt “risk-free” around Mrs. Byrd, and they felt comfortable saying their thinking aloud, even the crazy things. This led them to think more, I believe.

She’d also done it with the kindness of their best friend. We all fell in love with her immediately in my class and I looked forward to each and every visit, and the immeasurable wisdom that I would gain from her teaching.

Mrs. Byrd is one of several wonderful AMSTI (Alabama Math, Science, and Technology Initiative) specialists that collaborate with the schools in my area. The good news is, she came back! The great news is, she started me down a path of my own understanding about teaching and thinking that has made me feel like a successful teacher in many areas, not just in math.

There is so much for me to say about math curriculum in kindergarten. I’m going to divide it into parts and share in the next few days how a typical math day looks in my kindergarten classroom (and in my friends’ rooms—they rock!). I’m also going to share some of my most important routines and the changes I’ve seen in my students over the years as my own understanding and teaching has evolved. As always, I’d love to hear comments and ideas from you, too! Stay tuned!

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Where Is God In The Storm?

Walk to You by: Paige Givens, copyright 2014 (BMI)

The wind is blowing me further off the shore
And I’m afraid that a storm is blowing through
The rain is pouring and the thunder starts to roar
And I don’t know just what I’m gonna to do
What am I gonna to do?

But who is this Man walking towards me?
Is it You, Lord, on this black sea?
I haven’t been able to see You through the storm
But You’ve seen me and I believe
That I can walk to You
Lord, let me walk to You

Searching for a foothold on a glassy sea
It isn’t easy when a storm is blowing through
The noise is pounding and my fear it starts to rise
But I’m okay as long as I see You
Lord, let me look to You

Well the jealous waves, they turn my head and I take my eyes from You
And in an instant I’m driven to my knees
In this circumstance I lose my way and there’s nothing left to do
Except cry “Lord, will You save me!”
“Lord, please save me!”

And You are this Man walking towards me
It is You, Lord, on this black sea
I haven’t been able to see You through the storm
But You’ve seen me and I believe
That I can walk to You
Lord, help me walk to You

I’ve encountered so many people that relate to the words of this song. No matter who we are, how old we are, where we’re born, we all have something in common.

We all go through storms. 

We all go through times when life’s events are out of control, leaving us reeling from the hurt, pain, sadness, and anger. And during the chaos, there are many times when we can’t see God’s hand in the midst of the debris. 

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I used to be afraid of the question, “Why does God let bad things happen?” And I can’t say now that I have the perfect answer. But here’s what I do know.

God is always right. “You are righteous, LORD, and your laws are right.” (Psalm 119:137 NIV) Who am I to question His timing, His will, or even the circumstances He has placed me in? He is always perfect and right. Honestly, though, I do question Him at times. I remember a time a few years ago when I laid my heart before Him and just asked, “Why, God? You knew this wasn’t going to work out. Why did it even happen? We would’ve been better off to not even get our hopes up.” Of course, months later, the circumstance came full circle and I saw where He had actually protected us from deep pain by letting us get by with a small scratch. He is always right, and He is for us.

We are in a sinful world. I definitely think that much of our pain comes from our own choices. There are some things that are out of our control (although they work out for our good), but our sinful choices cause us grief of our own making. Some of the results are obvious: the toll that drugs and drinking alcohol takes on our health and relationships, the destruction of infidelity on our families, the disrespect for authority that eventually takes away our freedom. There are other less obvious choices that cause us pain, though. Holding on to a grudge and letting bitterness grow in our hearts until it consumes us. Filling our minds with anxiety and worry until our health begins to decline. Spending money, time, and resources on this world until we are depleted of joy. Sin hurts us. Thankfully, we are reminded in Romans 6:23 (NIV) that “the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

God will handle our storms. Has anyone ever told you that He won’t give you more than you can handle? I actually respectfully disagree with that statement. I think He gives us stuff we can’t handle all the time! As the hymn by Mylon LeFevre says, “Without Him I could do nothing, without Him I’d surely fail! Without Him I would be hopeless, like a ship without a sail.” I can’t handle sickness. I can’t handle the pain of my loved ones. I can’t handle disappointments. But God can. He never told us that He wouldn’t give us more than we can handle. But He did promise that He would handle it for us. “Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.” Deuteronomy 31:6 (NIV)

God uses our storms. I know that as Christians, God uses the unimaginable, the unthinkable, to draw us into His arms. He holds us closer and closer and loves us through the worst days of our lives. I also think that the suffering of those who are not Christians can be used by God to turn their hearts towards Him in salvation. I’m reminded of Romans 8:28 (NIV), which tells us that “in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.”

God knows our pain. God sent His son, Jesus, who was part of Himself, to die for our sins. When Jesus was on earth, He felt the pain, temptations, and disappointments that we all feel in life. He was born among the lowly and died a disgraceful death. On the cross, He felt all of our guilt, shame, frustration, and agony. He can relate to you like no one else. I can’t feel your pain, although I can sympathize with you. The only One who can truly feel your pain and take your pain is God. 

I don’t pretend to have all the answers here. If I’m being completely transparent, I have to say that I hate storms of any kind. I enjoy fair weather any day of the year compared to stormy and even just gloomy weather. But I’ve learned that rain produces life and beauty. We need rain in our lives to experience the newness that follows.

If you are a friend who has been ministered to by the song Walk to You, I am so glad. If you are going through a storm right now, cry out to Him. Be honest with Him. He knows your pain. He will draw you close and pour His love on your wounds. You may not be able to see Him in the storm, but He sees you. He will call your name, and you can walk to Him.

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Is My Child Too Young to Become a Christian?

Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.”   Matthew 19:14

When our son Parker was tiny–about three–he heard a song on the radio about “working on a road that leads to glory” sung by some of our favorite groups, Jeff and Sherri Easter. This quickly became Parker’s signature song. He sang it all the time for his family and grandparents, much to our delight. One day we were driving to his preschool and he said, “Mama, where is that road that leads to glory?”

Que the uuhhhh‘s. I was like, “How’s this going to go with a three year old?”

Thus began the discussion of heaven with Parker. I prayed as I talked, knowing Jesus could take my words and turn them into meaning for this child. Shortly after this discussion, Parker’s great-grandfather went to be with Jesus in heaven. This made heaven real and relevant to Parker for the first time. He knew someone who lived there. He said “I want to go to heaven, too.”

I told him in what I prayed was his language that we had to ask Jesus into our heart and let Him live there if we wanted to go to heaven. I knew there was more to becoming a Christian, like realizing we are sinners and repentance of sin. Of course, Parker immediately prayed, “Jesus, come into my heart.”

It was sweet and precious. But I knew it wasn’t very meaningful to this three year old yet, as he had moved on seconds later to a new topic. However, a seed had been planted.

A few years later, during Vacation Bible School, Parker really began to understand his need for salvation. He heard words that had surrounded him since birth, and he started to soak in these timeless truths. He came home and told me that we were all born with a dirty, black heart. That sin made our hearts bad.

“Even you, mama?”

“Yes, even me.”

“Even Brother Sammie?” (our preacher…every child is surprised to learn that the preacher is a sinner, too!)

“Yes, even Brother Sammie.”

I told Parker that even though we were born that way, we could ask Jesus to come and live in our hearts and He would clean us. I could see a sincere troubled spirit in Parker that day as he played around the house.

I labored over whether or not he was ready. Was I brushing him off as too young? Was I influencing him to become a Christian before he was ready? I prayed about it and gave the labor over to the Lord and snatched it back in my hands and worried some more. Was he ready? Did he really understand what it meant to be a Christian?

Later that week, as we were going to the grocery store, he started crying in the back seat. I asked him what was the matter, and here is what he said to me.

“I want a clean heart. I want Jesus to come in and clean the sin out of my heart.”

Jesus took my doubts away in that moment. I heard Him saying, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.”

Parker prayed with his dad and me that day right in the car and accepted Christ as his Savior. What a day of rejoicing it was! My heart smiles now just thinking about it.

Later that summer, we were going to his yearly check up at the doctor and Parker was going over the tasks that the doctor would perform for his check-up (gearing himself up for that day all kids dread!). He turned to me and said, “When the doctor listens to my heart, she’ll know I’m a Christian now. She’ll hear Jesus in there.”

I knew he understood that the decision he’d made was permanent. He knew Jesus was in his heart for good. Yes, he had more to understand and learn, but a change had been made in Parker and his name had been written in the Book of Life.

Fast forward a few years later to our second son, Peyton. He is a very different his older brother. Peyton has always marched to the beat of his own drum and he declared himself a Christian when he was almost five years old.

“Peyton, what makes you say you’re a Christian?”

“Because Parker is. And I want to be a good sport,and I want to get bab-u-tized, and so I need to be a Christian, too.”

Hmmm. I imagined myself as the guy in those Cheez-it commercials, marking “Not Ready” on the clipboard.

Peyton was definitely influenced by his older brother to start asking questions about becoming a Christian. He would initiate the conversation, and as his dad and I would start explaining Christianity, his eyes would sort of glaze over and he’d begin to look around the room for something more fun to think about.

I had a peace this time that God was working on Peyton’s heart and when the time was right, He would lead our youngest boy down the path of salvation as well.

And a few weeks ago, He did. Peyton became increasingly aware of the state of the human heart. He spoke often about how we were born with “bad” hearts and how the only way to fix our hearts was through Jesus. There came a point where he felt an overwhelming urgency to make his heart clean before God. He prayed to ask Jesus to forgive him for being a sinner and asked Him to come and live in his heart. He happily told his friends and family of his decision. I won’t forget him telling his Meme over the phone, “Jesus fixed my heart, Meme! I’m a Christian now!”

Do my boys understand everything there is to know about the Christian life?

No.

But they will learn as they grow in Christ.

Do I understand everything there is to know about the Christian life?

No.

But I will learn as I grow in Christ.

Here’s what they did understand:

1. We are sinners.  There is a penalty for sin.

2. God gave us Jesus to save us from our sin. Jesus is a free gift and He takes our sin away and “fixes” us.

3. All we have to do is pray and ask Jesus to come into our hearts–into our lives– in order to accept His free gift.

4. As Christians, we are new people. We will still mess up, but God will continually grow us and change us according to His will. We have to make a conscious effort to have a relationship with Him, by prayer and the study of His word.

When God calls us to salvation, it’s never too early in our lives. And here’s the best thing…

It’s never too late, either.

You are not too young, you are not too old. You are not too simple, too smart. You are not too dirty or broken. He will grow you, He will restore you. He will clean you, no matter who you are or how old you are.

He will save you.

He will make you part of His kingdom. You will shine like the sun.

Then the righteous will shine like the sun in the kingdom of their Father.” Matthew 13:43

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Jewels by: William O. Cushing, 1856 (Public Domain) Adapted and fourth verse by: Paige Givens, 2015

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Can He Use Me?

When Chris and I were newlyweds, we joined a group of people at our church who would go door to door telling others about Jesus. As part of the process, we memorized a presentation of the gospel of Jesus Christ, including verses. This made me nervous. It took me forever to remember those words. What if I forgot a verse? What if I forgot a reference? What if the person interrupted me mid-sentence? Why did I sound like a robot when I practiced?

My team consisted of Chris, myself, and our friend Shannon. The first door we ever knocked on went unanswered. And the next. And the next. And I have to be honest with you on this…I was a little relieved when we knocked and no one was home. Ok, maybe a lot relieved. This meant I didn’t have to talk yet.

You see, I’m not much of a conversaltionalist with people over the age of six. It takes a while for me to get to know a person, to feel safe enough with them to risk exchanging words with them beyond “Hi”, “How are you?”, and “Thanks!”. So when I imagined a stranger opening up the door (right around supper time, of course), the last thing I felt like saying was ,”If you went to heaven and stood before God today and He said ‘Why should you live in heaven for eternity?’ what would you say to Him?” (We had pleasantries and other things to say that led up to this question, by the way. We didn’t just throw this out as soon as the door opened!)

On our third week, we started to get discouraged. For all of my trepidation, the reason Chris and I both joined this group was because we felt God’s calling on our heart to take the gospel of Christ into our neighborhood. Our church has grown us to be mission-minded, and the gospel of Jesus being carried around the world is important to us. We knew that if we wanted to spread the gospel overseas, whether by praying, giving, or going, we also needed to be involved in spreading it to our neighbors.

So on this third week, we had visited four houses. At two houses, there was no answer, although we did see some movement in the window! At the third house, we were chased back to the car by a dog. We drove and drove looking for the fourth house and decided finally that it did not exist.

Disillusioned, we started back for the church. Shannon suggested that we stop by her brother’s house, which was on the way. Her brother, a minister, was getting ready for church himself, with his family of six. Children were bustling up and down and all around. In the midst of the activity, he invited us in to talk about our experiences.

I’ll never forget when he turned to me and said “Go ahead, Paige. Shoot. Tell me what you’d say to me if I wanted to know about Jesus.”

I couldn’t think. I almost couldn’t breathe! I was so not the person God should use for this job. I started stumbling around, trying to spit out the words I’d memorized, and finally stopped in the middle, defeated. He leaned back, his kind eyes full of wisdom.

“No one is going to want that salvation. It’s not from your heart. What is in your heart?”

I began to tell him what was in my heart. Chris, Shannon, and I talked about the Jesus we knew. The Jesus who had saved us. We talked about the Jesus who loved our neighbors, who loved the ones across the ocean. We talked about the Jesus who saw past our black hearts, the One who fixed our hearts and made them clean.

“That’s the salvation that people want,” he said. “It’s about Jesus and what you’ve done with Him.”

What had we done with Jesus in our lives? Was He showing up not in our words–the sincere words, not the memorized ones? Was He showing up in our actions?

We went home revived, recharged, and inspired. He could use us. We didn’t have to be perfect. We didn’t have to have the perfect words. He would use our imperfections in His own perfect way.

That night after church, Shannon called.

We’d not seen her brother’s little girl sitting quietly in the corner of the living room. But she had seen us, and she had listened as we talked with real words about a real Jesus. After we had left her house, after she went to her own church that night, she began to ask her parents about what we had talked about. She decided that she wanted this Jesus to come and fix her heart. That night, she knelt with her mom and dad and prayed to receive Christ in her heart.

It’s not a bad thing to go door-to-door witnessing for Christ. It’s not a bad thing at all to just know what to say. Some people are born with the gift of speaking. It’s a skill I struggle with to this day. But He is also present in every other facet of our lives. He makes Himself known through our actions, through our choices, and through our bumbly, mixed-up words. He took my simple, heartfelt testimony and made it clear to a child.

He makes Himself known, especially when we make ourselves available. 

We don’t have to have the right words, or the perfect circumstances. He works best through our weaknesses, after all! If our hearts are available, Christ will use us, working through us to make Himself known.

Give Us Broken Hearts  Words by: Renee McGullion   Music by: Paige Givens

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Teaching Kindergarten: Literacy Work Stations

If you go into ten different kindergarten classrooms, you will see ten different routines of literacy work stations. That’s because teachers are people with different personalities, different tolerances, and different preferences. Different managements systems work for different teachers. I have even  found that with each new group of students I receive, I have to tweak my system here and there to fit the current group’s needs. So when I was asked to share about my literacy work stations, I was thrilled, of course (I can talk forever about any kindergarten topic) but I did feel the need to point out that although this system works out wonderfully for me and my personality, it may not for others. However, I also want to point out that after ten years of trial and error for literacy station set-ups, I feel like this year’s routine is the easiest to maintain and provides the most authentic learning.

Problems With My Past Stations

The Alabama Reading Initiative was put into place in my school during my first year of teaching. So I’ve been “doing” stations since year one! The first year, I was immediately overwhelmed with the time, materials, and planning that went into my literacy stations. I would work so hard for Monday’s stations…making copies, pulling games out of the cabinet, taping up broken puzzle pieces, etc. Then, when stations were over (and I’d fussed at the kids for about 60% of the time), I’d take up kids’ half finished, messy papers, put games up that were now mysteriously missing components, and throw puzzles away that were just hopeless. And then–I’d do it all again for Tuesday.

The point of literacy work stations, as I’ve been made to understand, is to address several things, like working  cooperatively in groups or pairs, doing meaningful reading/writing activities, and giving the teacher an opportunity to work with small groups of students intensively on specific reading skills. I knew my stations were ineffective due to several problems that kept creeping up. Here are some of the biggest problems I’ve seen:

1. Behavior- during station time, the teacher is mainly focused on 3-5 children, doing reading therapy or enrichment. In the ideal station setting, the other students (the majority) are actively engaged playing games, working on words, listening to stories on tape/CD, or playing computer games. This never happened to me.  Even when I felt like I had a great hold on my classroom management plan, it never failed that during stations I had to call someone over to me to practice routines. This led me to realize that the problem was usually with the activities. So in order to decrease behavior problems during stations, I planned more “busy work” at stations. I put more than one game at stations and told students that they had to stay busy the entire time. This helped some with behavior, but then I was faced with another problem…

2. Wasted paper- In order to keep students engaged (or just busy), I used more worksheets and game recording sheets at stations. I was then faced with papers that weren’t finished on time, papers that were too easy for some and too hard for others, and work that was sloppy and messy due to lack of accountability. Now, I am not anti-worksheet, but I cannot STAND to do a sheet if it doesn’t have a great purpose. I kept getting this nagging thought in the back of my head (while waiting for the machine to spit out my copies) that our station learning wasn’t as authentic as it should be…

3. Activities aren’t authentic- My instruction time during stations can be great with minimal interruptions. For the longest time, minimal interruptions meant “busy work” for my students. I kept asking myself what my literacy goal was for my students and it always came back to these things: reading, writing, and communication. Well, they were communicating, all right. Usually bickering or telling me the radio wasn’t working at the Listening Station. There wasn’t much writing, unless it was on a worksheet,  and I almost always closed my Reading Books station due to behavior.

Coming Up With Solutions

In the past years, I began to use my home living station as a literacy station. I loved the oral communication and writing that went on at home living. I saw firsthand how authentic learning can diminish behavior problems and increase morale. I have since moved my home living station to a morning activity, but using this activity helped pave the way for my current station solutions.

Also, the book The Daily 5: Fostering Literacy in the Elementary Grades by Joan Moser and Gail Boushey, proved helpful in setting up my very favorite literacy stations ever! My set-up doesn’t match their exactly, but their ideas helped me to create a framework for my room.

My main goal was for authentic learning to take  place for each student no matter where s/he is located during station time. I do place a lot of accountability on each student for his/her behavior, but I have also realized that certain activities lead to better behavior. My other goal was for each station to be less set-up and work for me! I’ve heard the term “If it takes you longer to make it than it does for them to play it, then forget about it!” I decided this would be my motto when creating my literacy stations.

My set-up is actually extremely simple. I have four activities during literacy work stations: Reading, Writing, Technology, and Teacher.

This student looks at his personal station card and knows that his order of rotation is Reading, Technology, Writing, and Teacher. The pictures show him what to do.

This student looks at his personal station card and knows that his order of rotation is Reading, Technology, Writing, and Teacher. The pictures show him what to do.

In Reading,   four students have a book bag that contains books of their choice. At the beginning of the year, we have about three books per book bag. By January, we have worked up to nine books in our book bag. Book types include decodable books, predictable readers, sight word books, magazines, and trade books. At the beginning of the year, we practice how to read to ourselves or to a partner in a quiet voice. We practice how to “read” a story when we don’t know all the words (make up words, talk about the pictures, say what we think the story is saying). We practice how to find a quiet spot in the room that won’t bother another student (students LOVE that they get to choose their own place for this station). We even practice what to do if we think we are bored! Once I feel we are ready to be trusted with reading to ourselves or a partner, Reading becomes a station. I think that this station requires the most effort from students to stay on task, but this station is the most important. We change books out weekly, and because students get to choose their own books, they are very engaged.

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Books are decodables, predictable texts, magazines, fiction books

Books are decodables, predictable texts, magazines, fiction books

In Writing,  four students take a lap desk and choose a spot to write in the room (either alone or with a partner). They take their writing notebook and “write the whole time,” as we all say. At the beginning of the year, we practice how to write the whole time. We practice thinking of ideas to write about. We practice what to do if our pencil breaks. We practice writing on only one page. We also (most important!) practice what to do if we think we are done before time’s up, which is to  add more words, more colors, or more details to our writing. When I feel that students are ready, Writing becomes a station. Depending on the class, teachers can assign a writing task daily or leave the writing choices up to the students each day. My class and I decided to do the following:

This lap desk can be used anywhere in the room.

This lap desk can be used anywhere in the room.

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Special writing supplies can be stored in the sides of the lap desk.

Special writing supplies can be stored in the sides of the lap desk.

Mondays- “Write the Room.” We write any words we see in the room. A student may write color words she sees on the wall, or number words that he knows. Someone may write numerals or letters, or the weekly poem.

A student wrote the alphabet and color words during "Write the Room."

A student wrote the alphabet and color words during “Write the Room.”

Tuesdays- Write a narrative story. Students write and illustrate either an event that happened in their lives or a fiction story.

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Wednesdays- Write an opinion piece. A kindergarten opinion paper may begin like “My favorite food is _________…”

Thursdays- Write an informational piece. My students LOVE writing facts about animals, holidays, etc.

Fridays- Writer’s choice. I let them draw what they choose, label what they choose, and write as many or as few words as they wish. Some wonderful pieces come from this day.

In Technology, students work at computers, the keyboard, iPads (we were so fortunate to receive a grant for two iPads this year), or even leap pads. Technology doesn’t have to be only computers. Due to the stress level it causes for me personally, I have totally done away with listening to books on tape/CD. Oh. My. Word. The headphones quit on us after about two weeks every single year. The play button goes missing. The tape breaks. The CD skips. I’m over the listening station. We do listen to stories on CD as a whole group, but not in stations.  In stations, we listen to books on the computer and it’s much easier for this teacher!

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Keyboard is a class favorite. I took my headphones from the old listening station and now use them at the keyboard so partners can play without lots of noise.

Keyboard is a class favorite. I took my headphones from the old listening station and now use them at the keyboard so partners can play without lots of noise.

In Teacher, students meet me at my work table. I work with 2-5 students at a time. I work with students who are struggling on specific skills to support them as they grow. I meet with them every day. I also meet with my students who are on level and above level every day. I will share more about my small group instruction in another post (this one’s getting loooonnnnngggg!).

If you walk into my kindergarten room this year during literacy work stations, you will see students who are engaged in reading, writing, and communicating. You won’t hear silence, but you will hear a quiet hum of young voices sounding words out in order to read them or write them. You will hear children talking about their books and magazines with one another and you may hear some kids at the computer who are singing! You will hear me at my table, doing small group intervention.

Next year, I may need to do some tweaks when I get new students and personalities. But this station set up has been the easiest and most fulfilling way for me to do literacy stations.

If you have a blog or idea about literacy stations, please feel free to share it in the comments section below! Different teachers have different personalities, so your ideas may be just what another teacher is searching for! Feel free to post or contact me with any questions! 🙂

Reading Material: 

The Daily 5: Fostering Literacy in the Elementary Grades
Gail Boushey and Joan Moser.  Stenhouse Publishers, 2014

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Who Gets Our Kindest Words?

Who really gets our kindest words?

I mean, I’ll say thank you to a stranger for handing me my receipt at the store, but I don’t say anything to my husband for taking out the trash.

I’ll apologize profusely for bumping into someone on accident in public, but I’ll tell my kids to move if they are in my way.

Who gets the nicest us? Is it the people we live with, or is it strangers?

Now notice I said the nicest us, not the real us. I know some of you are thinking Yeah, I tell strangers thanks but don’t really mean it. I apologize for bumping into someone and then forget about it. 

Doesn’t matter. It’s still nicer to tell someone sorry than it is to bark “move!” at someone else. I know that I definitely act more real to those closest to me, because I am more comfortable with them. I know that my husband and kids are going to accept me as I am, so I am real with them.

Unfortunately, the real me says unkind things to my family sometimes.

Ephesians 4:32 (NIV) says “Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.”

How kind are we to those who are closest to us? Do you struggle with this too, friends?

With my spouse…

I take him for granted. Now, I will say I don’t speak unkindly to him very often at all. But, how often do I speak kindly? I’ve realized there’s a difference. There’s an in-between, a gray area that seeps into my words without my realization. When I think of kind words, I think of words that I actually have to add to my regular vocabulary. Not just, “Hey, d’you have a good day?” or “Be careful. See you this evening.” To me, those are just regular words. They are civil words. They are a little bit nice.

But I will say “Thank you,” to a bagger at the grocery store for taking my bags to the car for me. I will even add a whopping “Thank you so much” sometimes! I totally leave this sentiment out when Chris takes the groceries from the car up to the kitchen for me.

And before anyone says “Well, yeah, that’s your spouse’s job to help you!”, I do realize that. I also realize it’s the bagger’s job to help me, too. So why does he get my kind words instead of my spouse?

Who gets my kindest words?

With my kids…

In my experience, I speak a little more nicely to my kids in the mornings. But by evening, when I’m wearing down and so are they, my words become increasingly shorter, more clipped, and sometimes louder.

I don’t know about your kids, but mine usually need more redirection as the night goes on, especially on school nights. Once the homework, rest, and supper is over, my boys get rowdy and restless. Apparently, I am too at this time because I get…well, “fussy.”

At school, I am known for keeping my cool. When people so nicely have complemented me in the past on my quiet voice, I would jokingly say, “Don’t talk to Chris and the boys! They may tell you different!”

Lately, I’ve come to see much truth in that statement and it saddens me.

And I have found that the more I allow myself to speak with an unkind voice, the harder it is to go back.  The more I allow myself to wear a scowl on my face, the harder it is to smile. 

But it’s not impossible.

“For I can do everything through Christ, who gives me strength.” Philippians 4:13

As with everything else in our lives, the answer to this is simple. Ask God for help. More than that, even, give our self-control over to God and let Him control our actions, motives, and our words. 

I gave this situation to God, and He has indeed paved the path for giving my family the kindest “me.” He has pointed out the extraordinary characteristics of my husband and given me the kind words to compliment my husband on his extraordinary characteristics, and on the seemingly ordinary tasks he does every day. He has pointed out the spiritual, physical, and emotional growth of my children and given me specific words to say in order to edify them daily.

And He has given me His strength to kindly, consistently, and firmly correct them when they need it the most.

Several months ago, I had the privilege of talking with my friends in the Missouri-based acoustic group Southern Raised. This phenomenal group of sisters and brother travel the country together singing and playing their instruments for God’s glory. I asked Sarah, one of the sisters, what it was like being with her siblings practically 24/7. Here’s what she said (which convicted me heart and started the process of carefully guarding my words to my family). “We were raised to be best friends with each other. We were taught to save our kindest words for our family and that tension and fighting were not options.  It is amazing to now tour and work daily with our best friends!  I am so grateful for our raising; it prepared us for working in a close relationship together. We have so much fun as a family, so many moments of laughter and fun, making sweet memories forever!” The kindness, camaraderie,  and sincerity flow from Southern Raised whether you are watching them live or online. By the way, here is my favorite video of them. It absolutely rocks.

Is your family counted among your best friends? They should be. I know my husband and children are my among my best friends. In fact, they are closer than my best friends. So, really, they should be treated with my best intentions. They should have my best words…my kindest words.

Today, I want to share the hymn “He Keeps Me Singing.” I think that as Christians, we have God’s song in us all the time. No matter our circumstances, He keeps us singing as we go. I don’t want a stranger to mistake His song in me for meanness. I don’t want my husband to hear nagging instead of God’s song. I don’t want my children to think that the Jesus I say I  follow has a song that sounds like a clanging cymbal.  I want my words to reflect His song, the one I proclaim to sing no matter my circumstances. Take a listen!

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Why I Love Hymns

I love hymns. I really do. I’ve been singing them my whole life. We have an old cassette tape of my sister Amy and me singing “God Is So Good” when we were preschoolers. My little sister Hannah sang “Jesus Loves Me” on stage at church as a toddler (and received a dollar for it if I remember correctly).

Hymns have been a very present part of our family from the beginning. They are familiar, they are comforting, and they are truth-telling. I love hymns.

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There was a time in my teenage years when I thought hymns were boring and hymnals weren’t cool. Like most teenagers involved in a church youth-group, I preferred singing worship choruses in a “hands-free” style. I tried persuading my music-minister dad that we should sing more modern songs and forget about the old stuff. I didn’t get very far, which was very frustrating to me at the time. I remember thinking to myself that people my age were never going to come to church if they didn’t like the music.

There are so many different types of music that people in the church like, because there are many different types of people. One genre is not better than the other. Yes, there are types of music that I like better than others. There are certain songs that make my face light up when the first notes begin on a Sunday morning or night. And yes, there are songs that are not my favorites.

Here’s the thing, though. I don’t go to church for the music. I don’t go because the preaching is uplifting and entertaining and life-changing (although our preacher is awesome and does deliver those types of messages).

I go to church to serve. To obey, which is the heart of worship. God convicted me of this truth several years ago, when I felt like complaining about this song or that one. It’s not about the song I’m singing, it’s about the One I’m singing to.

Which brought me to my love of hymns and hymnals. I realized some time ago that hymns and hymnals were a very big part of my home church, and they were not going away. I started examining the hymns closely, realizing I had hidden many of the words away in my heart. I realized that snippets would come back to me several times a day in different situations, offering solutions and comfort and joy. I began to notice how my church family sounded when they sang certain hymns. Sometimes when I’m in the pew and we’re all singing I’ll stop and listen and just be completely blessed by the sound of hundreds of voices singing as one, to the One who gave the words in the first place. The voices rise together and fall together, like the ebb and flow of the ocean. It’s simply beautiful.

Last year, when I resolved to play the piano every day, I didn’t know what to start with. I play mostly by ear, so I had no sheet music. That first day, I sat down in a silent dining room (I know–my house, silent–MIRACLE!) and just stared at the keys.

Lord? My heart questioned. And He answered with a song…

I have decided to follow Jesus. I have decided to follow Jesus. I have decided to follow Jesus. No turning back. No turning back. 

So I started playing and singing along. The next day, He answered with another song…

There is a place of quiet rest, near to the heart of God. A place where sin can not molest, near to the heart of God. 

And the next day…

Are you weary, are you heavy hearted? Tell it to Jesus. Tell it to Jesus.  Are you grieving over joys departed? Tell it to Jesus alone. 

He provided a song daily. And it was always a hymn. I think hymns were the first thing on my heart because they were the soundtrack to my upbringing. I started looking for hymnals and collecting different volumes. I mean, have you ever just sat down and read the words to a hymn? Really read them, instead of brushing them off as too old-fashioned or irrelevant to today’s world?

I read one hymn a day. I read the words and study them, and yes, sometimes I have to look up words that are huge and missing from my kindergarten teacher vocabulary. But they are awe-inspiring. Every syllable counts. The author’s use of even the smallest words like and the are intentional and meaningful.

And I love using a hymnal. My kids love using hymnals. They like to find the hymn numbers and read along, and I see them singing those words and stand in amazement to think they are singing the same words that were sung and written by our church’s history makers. I’ve learned to read music notes and timing (that I should have learned in my years and years of piano lessons) by using a hymnal every Sunday and reading from the hymnal daily. When congregations use hymnals, each singer gets to own his or her part in the singing. They get to hold a piece of  history in their hands, and be inspired to be a major part of the future church’s history.

Hymns don’t have to be old, either. My favorite modern day hymn writers happen to be Keith and Kristyn Getty, writers of “In Christ Alone”, which is one of my all-time favorite songs (it just happens to be a modern-day hymn, too!).

I’m in no way saying that it’s bad to sing worship choruses. I love worship choruses, too. They evoke powerful emotions in my soul when I hear and sing them. However, hymns can do that, too. For that matter, a good ole’ toe-tappin bluegrass number can do the same; or even a rock song or a gospel number. It depends on the heart of the listener. The heart has to be ready to worship and obey no matter the song, no matter what the air conditioner is set on, no matter if the church is using screens or hymnbooks. When I realized this several years ago, the Lord taught me a valuable lesson about worship and gave me a love of the old hymns of the church that will stay with me forever. In fact, it’s been there since my beginnings!

Here is an old hymn written in 1866 by A. Katherine Hankey. The words convey a timeless message. It’s sung by my dad, Tim Muncher,  who has faithfully led the singing of hymns in the local church for most of his adult life.

Tell Me The Old, Old Story   A. Katherine Hankey, Public Domain (1866)

Tell me the old, old story of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and His glory, of Jesus and His love.
Tell me the story simply, as to a little child,
For I am weak and weary, and helpless and defiled.

Tell me the story slowly, that I may take it in,
That wonderful redemption, God’s remedy for sin.
Tell me the story often, for I forget so soon;
The early dew of morning has passed away at noon.

Tell me the old, old story. Tell me the old, old story. Tell me the old, old story! Of Jesus and His love!

Tell me the story softly, with earnest tones and grave;
Remember I’m the sinner whom Jesus came to save.
Tell me the story always, if you would really be,
In any time of trouble, a comforter to me.

Refrain

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This Year (Happy New Year)

I heard a wonderful song by David and  JJ Heller this week! The lyrics are awesome and inspiring. You can imaging my elation when I saw later in the week the following post by JJ Heller…

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Learn it? Play it? Post it? YES!

I got my dad to help me out by playing his mandolin and singing some harmonies, and here’s the end result. Hope you like it!

This Year (Happy New Year) by JJ Heller (cover by Paige Givens and Tim Muncher)

There will actually be a winner that’s posted on her Youtube page for a week, and while I’d be dishonest to say I don’t care about winning, I really just loved being able to “learn it, play it, and post it.” The satisfaction that comes from completing a new song and sharing it with my friends is far greater than winning a contest.

I almost dismissed the opportunity because I thought I was too busy. I almost passed it because I didn’t want to see myself on a video!!! I almost didn’t call my dad to help me out because I didn’t think we’d have enough time to get it together by Sunday. But I knew that if I didn’t do it, I’d regret it. Not passing up the chance to win something, but passing up the chance to do something!

You should check out the other covers on JJ Heller’s facebook page or on Youtube. There are so many creative musicians in the world who are doing something!

“So long to last year, it’s all becoming so clear. There’s no use living in regret. Let’s fight a good fight, train our eyes to find the light, and make this year the best one yet. Starting right here, happy new year!”~ David and JJ Heller

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A Tale of Two Diets

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There once was a girl (that’d be me) who took two journeys (that’d be the diets) down very different paths that seemed to lead to a similar destination: un-fulfillment.

The first diet I “went on” started out with a points system and gave me the first taste of weight-loss and others’ reactions to the weight loss. This diet turned into a run-til-you-can’t-go-anymore-and-then-walk-around-half-starved journey that resulted in a weight loss of nearly 25 pounds, which was very substantial for me. I felt like the results were great. Other people noticed and commented, and I vowed to never gain the pounds back. I weighed many, many times a day and never cheated on my diet, even researching nutrition facts of certain restaurants before going out to eat. I looked in the mirror every time I passed, checking out my image from all angles (you know you’ve done it, too). But I did have a slight problem on this journey…

I was hungry. Starving. Mourning the loss of bread and cake. Upset when I gained pounds. Anxious when I “cheated”. Lonely in thinking that everyone was enjoying their meals, their party foods, their dining experiences,  except for me.

So this journey came to a very slow and gradual end with the beginning of a new school year. My busy mind was no match for my ravenous appetite and my nice, healthy lunches quickly became more convenient lunches, filled with the comforts I felt I needed to get through my day.

When I say gradual, I mean about two years. The old diet gradually turned into a new diet. And the new diet went something like this…

Eat something fabulous for breakfast. By fabulous, I mean doughnuts, biscuits and gravy, or creamy cheese grits…and a glass of chocolate milk. Think about what I’ll eat for lunch. Eat something fabulous for lunch, like a cheeseburger and big fry with a sweet tea. Plan what I’ll make for supper (or even better, have Chris stop and pick something up on his way home from work), and even though I’m no longer hungry, eat it anyway because it tastes so good!  Eat a snack because I’m bored. Take an antacid before going to bed. Avoid the mirror and the scale. Feel remorse for eating even when I’m not hungry. Feel sick, both literally and figuratively.

Neither diet worked. Neither diet fulfilled me. I know I’m not alone in this. Is there no solution to the problem of the diet saga in our lives?

In order to come to a solution, I had to face the root of my problem. I was, and still struggle with,  making food my “god”, whether I’m eating it or not. And ironically enough, I’ve also made the way I think I look a god, too.

In her book No Other gods: Confronting Our Modern Day Idols, Kelly Minter describes two types of gods on page 15. “A professed god is who or what we say our god is; a functional god is who or what actually operates as our god.”

I say that I follow the one, true God. The God who saved me from myself. But when I’m hungry, what do I rely on to fill me? When I’m stressed out, what comforts me? When I’m bored, where do I go for entertainment? When I’m sad, what makes me happy?

Food!

I plan vacations around where I’m going to eat. I go to weddings and think Who’s catering? For my birthday and anniversary, I ask to be taken out to eat. When planning a party, I plan and give more effort to the food than anything else.

And, in total contrast to my love for food, I have an almost greater love for how I want to look. Where does my self-esteem come from? Where does my satisfaction come from? Where does my confidence come from?

In thinking that I look okay.

The root of my problem on both of these diet journeys is that I invited the wrong gods to travel with me. I followed the wrong gods through the curves and valleys.

I didn’t invite the God whose strength is perfect when my willpower is gone. I didn’t ask God to help me make good decisions when I’m weak and hungry. I didn’t ask God to take control, and then I became controlled by my appetite, the scale, and the mirror.

Matthew 6:24 (NIV) says “”No one can serve two masters. Either you will hate the one and love the other, or you will be devoted to the one and despise the other.”

I want to serve God, and God alone. But on my own, I have absolutely no willpower. When I am hungry, upset, happy, bored, I am used to turning to food. However, in His word, we are reminded by Peter that God will help us in any situation that affects us, because He loves us.

“Cast all your anxiety on Him, because He cares for you.” 1Peter 5:7 (NIV)

God will help me when I am stressed, mad, or worried. God will celebrate with me when I am happy. He will strengthen me when I am weak, with no willpower. He will stop me when I open the refrigerator for no good reason.

He alone will fill me when I am hungry.

I have invited Him to lead on this journey of living with my image, my appetite, and my food choices. I plan to start each day listening to His encouragement and direction.

This is the journey I should have taken a long time ago. Stick around to see how this tale goes. It’s gonna be a good one!

Oh, what peace we often forfeit.

Oh, what needless pain we bear.

All because we do not carry everything to God in prayer.

–Joseph M. Scriven, What A Friend We Have in Jesus

What A Friend We Have in Jesus: Public Domain, arranged by Paige Givens and Tim Muncher, 2015

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