It’s been a week since I’ve posted and that last post wasn’t all that edifying I’ve had a lot on my mind, just processing a lot of thoughts and being challenged by God on a lot of things. I started this blog in part to record some of those thoughts and see how God works in my life and the life of my family as we follow Him. So I’m just going to type and not worry too much about it being ‘good’ writing (not that I worry about that much really).
We’re going to start homeschooling Precious in January. All year long we have been working on preschool level things, just to help us get used to how it works and finding our way a bit as far as method goes. When we moved to America Precious stopped going to preschool because it was no longer free She has mentioned several times how much she misses kindy and I realised the other day that if we had stayed in New Zealand she would now be attending five days a week, in the mornings.
The choice to homeschool is one that we have been mulling over for nearly two years. I’ve done a lot of research - reading books, talking to public school teacher and homeschool families, searching the Internet. Handsome and I have talked about the reasons for and against homeschooling for our family. I’ve gone back and forth about different curriculum I want to use or don’t want to use. We’ve developed a budget, because of course it’s not free We’ve made a choice about what curriculum we’re going to use - Five in a Row . I’m still very interested in Sonlight but I think I’ll save it for a few years from now when we’ve got two to teach.
The thing that scares me the most about homeschooling (and Handsome would prefer that I call it home learning, but that’s for another post) is myself. It’s not that I’m not capable of teaching, because I’m a pretty good teacher. And Handsome is a great teacher. Some part of me thinks that I need to have it all together before I attempt something so grand. Everyone knows that my house is not ever perfect. EVER. I’m not perfectly organised. I’m not perfect. At anything. I’m a pretty great cook, though, but that’s not perfect either But as I read the blogs of other homeschooling moms, I know that perfection is not required. So, it’s a fear that I have to lay at the feet of Jesus every day.
Speaking of Jesus, he’s awesome. We’re studying Matthew in BSF and every week I walk away with so much to think about. But one thing that I’ve been thinking about a lot lately and putting into practice is the way I pray. I won’t go into detail because I don’t think it’s important, but I am remembering more where my place is in relation to Jesus Christ. He is on the Throne and I am not. And remembering that when I pray makes a huge difference in the content of my prayers.
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and I was at my parents’ house a short while ago, picking up Little Boy after BSF. Mom was baking pumpkin pies. As I walked through the house I breathed in really deeply the smell of the holidays. That was the smell I missed when I lived in New Zealand. As I was driving home, I had my hand up near my face for some reason and I realised that I smelled like nutmeg. I had been making a breakfast casserole for tomorrow and put it in her fridge. Nutmeg is Thanksgiving to me, it’s my mom making pies and pumpkin bread.
And finally, things I’m thankful for:
- a husband who works so hard to support our family and study and lead our church in worship, all with a smile and a laugh
- daughters that will give me great big hugs, even after I’ve spanked them for disobedience
- a son that loves to snuggle, particularly in the middle of the night (!)
- parents that are so supportive, particularly in prayer
- but mostly for a God of compassion and steadfastness, through every storm and trial.
And just to close, something for me to remember: God doesn’t necessarily call the equipped. He equips the called.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone.