• 19Jan

    I woke discouraged by the thought of the battle I would be facing that day against an almost invisible enemy.  How does one gird on their courage for the invisible and unknown?  Several elements conspired to make me feel somewhat emotionally weak and I wished there were some way I could hide under my pillow and emerge after the battle was over.  But the call of my children pulled me from the depths of my bed and my day began.  One minute at a time we fought the good fight.  Often I felt like slumping to the floor in tears, but the grace to continue was always there.  Finally, reaching the end of what I and my family could physically accomplish to vanquish the enemy I slumped in a chair, tired and emotionally and physically worn out.  Then a knight in shining armor appeared with a simple bottle of tea.  He had noticed my preference, had known the need for a pick-me-up, and had made a small purchase on my behalf.  I cried.  Again, God uses the people in my life to give just that touch of encouragement that helps to keep me going.

  • 18Jan
    Categories: Musings Comments: 3

    Deuteronomy 6:7  And thou shalt teach them diligently unto thy children, and shalt talk of them when thou sittest in thine house, and when thou walkest by the way, and when thou liest down, and when thou risest up.

    What is my reason and vision for homeschooling? 

    I home-school because:

    I like it.

    I like the challenge.

    I like watching my children grasping a concept.

    I like the interaction with my children.

    I like how they learn to get along with each other.

    I like the closeness we have as a family.

    I like the safety and security it provides.

    I like the variety and flexibility.

    I like learning alongside my children.

    I like the fact they are learning from “experienced” adults vs. their silly peers.

    I like the fact that I can teach them Biblically without them having to unlearn the lies of evolution and other such ideas.

    That’s a start, I guess.  I just needed to clarify some of that for my benefit and maybe even for my children’s benefit at some point.

     

  • 08Jan

    I’m getting old.

    And to those of you who are “older” than I am and are laughing at me and my apparent youth, take a moment and think back to when you realized you weren’t “young” anymore.  Maybe you looked in the mirror and realized that skin didn’t quite have that youthful blush anymore, or you looked down toward your toes and noticed that things were starting to sag, maybe you couldn’t see your toes, maybe you found one of those nasty strands of gray hair, and the realization started settling in that you were on the downward slide of old age rather than the upward growth of youth.

    Did your spouse remind you that he thought you were still beautiful?  Or did he laugh at you and comment that at least he didn’t have to grow old alone?

    You are only as old as you feel.

    Right.  Well, most days I’m somewhere around 29, but every now and then I hit a day or two where I feel like I’m closer to 92.  Especially after a string of days where everyone has been sick like this past Christmas vacation.  It wasn’t much of a vacation as we were all feeling quite lethargic, coughing all the time, runny noses, fever, lots of naps, medicine, blankets, and some grouchiness.  We offset some of the negatives with a few positives like cuddles with mom, puzzles, and movies, and for those feeling a bit better, some sledding and playing in the snow, but we would all like to get out of the house at this point.  I think we’ve been stuck here pretty much since Christmas, no church, no shopping, no nothing.  Not quite sure I’m ready to expose the world to this just yet, though.  Got to hang in a bit longer.  We are back to school, but that is a bit of a struggle too as we adjust to the mental work required when our brains still feel a bit fuzzy.

    God is good.  It could have been worse.  It wasn’t a messy kind of sick (other than the house getting disgustingly dirty), it wasn’t the kind of sick that debilitated us and made it impossible to do anything, and strange as it may sound, at least we all got it together (well, mom held out a bit longer).  It’s easier to sympathize with each other that way and I hate to think how long this would have drug on if we had gotten it separately.  I might not have gotten back to church before spring!

    Well, time to get a move on and head for school.  Another day is before me and with age comes the wisdom needed to keep going.  =)