When anyone asks about why I choose homeschooling, I try to do my best to explain to them that we yearned for a "one-piece life" with no division between secular and sacred. A life lived to glorify God Sunday through Sunday. Now that I am in the thick of it, I have found that sometimes our one-piece life gets lost in the laundry and all that is clean is our underwear. Maybe that's too wild of an analogy for all of you... :)I went to a conference this weekend that was so … [Read more...]
Stretch Marks
I glance sight of them when I lift my arms to brush my hair in front of the mirror. My shirt lifts around the midline - and there they are - stretch marks. I think about how the skin at one time was stretched, pulled to it's maximum capacity swollen with baby and just when it felt like it may rip right open, the skin stretches again, this time with scars we call "stretch marks". I hesitate. Isn't our spirit the same way? We pull and plead, tug and stretch until we feel so far out of our own … [Read more...]
Thanks Giving
Not sure how to celebrate God's provision and the gift of Everlasting Life this Thanksgiving season? What better way than with Thanks and Giving trees? Loving this great tool for November from the blog: Chocolate on My Cranium. Check it out! … [Read more...]
Routine….
With a week break from CC class, you would have thought we would be over-prepared for presentations, but on Tuesday morning when Becca asked right before heading out the door to CC, "What are our presentations supposed to be on today" I realized I spent too much time designing lapbooks over break. :)We threw something together - Becca talking about her baby picture album - a complete full album, all of which takes place in only the first month of life. The next three kids not … [Read more...]
When The Ground Shakes
I get up early in the wee hours of the morning to bake the cakes for my son turning five, when it hits me - I am celebrating a birthday with my son, a blessed year of joy with him, while another mother travels to receive the remains of her son, shot in the midst of battle in Afghanistan.It doesn't seem real - this moving on, when others are standing still, praying for that call, hoping beyond hope that somehow they are wrong, and it was someone else's boy..... I push blue frosting across a … [Read more...]
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