This past week we started our 21st year of homeschooling.
It’s back to the books, the schedules, the alarm screaming too early in our ears, and better attention to our Motivated Moms list, thank goodness. Once, there were five students in our bustling home school, and one grandmother living with us, too. Now, our school has one student: the youngest of six children, who turned thirteen on the first day of school this past Monday, and who was born the very day our oldest son left for his freshman year in college.
I don’t know where the time went, but I wouldn’t trade anything for it, even the crying-into-the-dishwater days.
I also don’t know how much time I’ll have for blogging, although I’ll try my best. It’s hard to be faithful to things the way I should be, and sometimes, my little blog gobbles time that could be spent in more productive ways. But oh, how I love to tap away here, so maybe…
Our first week was a hard week…an all-encompassing week. I had to reach down deep. Learning slices several ways, and sometimes I learn the most.
At the end, I was tired. Decisions weighed heavy. Challenges pulled at my heels, like cannonballs on chains. At times last week, I wanted to give up, but around here, (as you may recall) giving up is against the rules. But don’t we sometimes want to break the rules? I do, and that’s when I need God the most. Sometimes I take it one heartbeat at a time.
So remembering that, and not giving up (tha-thump, tha-thump), and thinking of how it’s back to school for many, I’ll end with these words of encouragement, which I keep in my kitchen window these days to help me stay on course. It’s an apple to teachers everywhere, a treasure they can hold onto:
All your children shall be taught by the Lord, and great shall be the peace of your children.
Isaiah 54:13, NKJV
Still adding to the Gratitude List:
#908: Eli’s giggle
#909: Flowers dried from the wedding under the oaks, still wrapped in gray satin ribbon. And I can close my eyes and go there…
#910: School at home
#911: Job’s reminder
#912: Standing transfixed at the kitchen window, watching a shower of yellow leaves swirl outside. Fall is coming…
#913: Not giving up
#914: Bootstraps to pull
#915: Window scriptures
#916: Becca’s phone encouragement