When I decided to Homeschool, I had dreams and visions of wonderful times together with my children. And over the past 16 years we’ve had lots of wonderful experiences together. I’ve cherished the time we’ve spent together and I wouldn’t change being with my children for any amount of money, fame or accomplishments. I can say that today, but there was a time when I thought about giving it all up. Continue Reading
Our Homeschooling Journey–A Change of Plans
I had no plans, nor any desire to be a stay-at-home mom. None. I thought it was great for those moms who were “gifted” at that sorta thing. But it wasn’t for me. I thought it would bore me to tears. Washing. Cleaning. Cooking. Caring for children all day. Are you kidding? Not me!
Obviously, something changed because here I’m in my 16th year of homeschooling.
Let me tell you about how this career minded, ambitious lady turned into this baby-making machine, and homeschooling mama.Continue Reading
It is Not Good to Homeschool Alone
A few weeks ago, my daughter and I returned from a trip to Burundi, Africa. It was eye-opening, beautiful and deeply moving. Though the trip was wonderful, the process of getting there was equally as important. There were months of fundraising, which means sharing the vision of our trip over and over again. It meant making our needs known as well as the needs of the women we were going to serve. It mean planning and organizing. And sometimes it was agonizing because the time kept ticking, and the money wasn’t coming in as quickly as we would have liked. As we prayed, and shared with people, I was continually reminded that…
we could not do this alone.
In fact we had over 60 people supporting us through prayer, through financial donations and a myriad of other ways. Their help and support made a tremendous difference! It was a team effort. Yes, it took a village.
Mornings Can Transform Your Day
As you read my post title, you were either agreeing with a hearty, “Amen!” or thinking to yourself, “Oh! No! I’m a night owl!” Until recent years, I certainly would have been in the second camp. I’m not an early morning person, or a late night Owl. I need my rest. Everyone is better off when I get my rest. I have, however, learned to get up early in the morning. In fact, I actually cherish my morning hours.
The house is quiet, and peaceful. There’s a cool breeze blowing outside. The squirrels are scampering through the trees and the birds are chirping and tweeting merrily, “It’s a new day! It’s a new day!” I love the freshness of mornings. In fact, I believe mornings are a gift from God. Just imagine if our lives weren’t separated into days. I spend my mornings in quiet reflection. Sometimes I sit on my deck and just enjoy “being”. I enjoy watching the wildlife. I feel the cool breeze blowing against my face and the listen to the rustling leaves. I listen to what God has to say to me. I pour out my heart to Him. I write. I read. I prepare myself to love and serve the wonderful family that I’ve been given.
This time isn’t a luxury. It’s a necessity. It’s also a great joy!