His Calling...Our Passion
I dreamed of being a teacher ever since I was a little girl. My mother was a teacher and each year I would go into her classroom and imagine one day having my own.The desks all in a row, each child’s coat hook with their name strategically placed above it, even the hall pass that Read More …
I wanted that freedom. I wanted that heart. I wanted to shake off the chains of formal education and embrace this love of teaching and learning that I saw; it felt so much more powerful than a piece of paper that was stamped with the big word CERTIFIED; a word that holds power in so many eyes.
As moms, we are endorsed by the greatest authority there is: God. And the requirements are laid out in His word, not some college syllabus. Read More …
I had heard many times, in the homeschool community, that one of the benefits of homeschooling is the relationship between siblings; that homeschooled siblings end up having deeper, more meaningful relationships that last into their futures. What I thought, when I heard this, was that my kids would never fight, that we would not experience Read More …
Arrows. We find them everywhere: throw pillows, bags, journal covers, and more.However, the arrow is not merely a trendy decorative touch. In reality, the arrow is a symbol of courage, war, protection, or provision. In Psalm 127, the arrow is referring to our children. Devotions at baby showers are given with this in mind, congratulatory Read More …
With the weather cooling and the streets quieting down as the neighborhood children return to their desks, we, too, are filled with the hope that freshly sharpened pencils, unopened textbooks, and new schedules bring. We stare at the tidy shelves and blank slates that hold a renewed sense of confidence as our excitement and anticipation Read More …
Watch how we take our children’s education outdoorsas we point them to their Creator through His Creation.
Each day as we wrap up school I take a moment to return our table from desk back to gathering place. I stack books, collect papers and brush up the eraser dust from the day’s lessons. Eraser dust. Everywhere. From the small eraser at the end of the pencils that fail to be enough, to Read More …
I saw a photo the other day of a worn out, exhausted mother collapsed onto a chair, hand to forehead. The caption under the picture read “I put my symptoms into Web MD and it turns out I just have kids.” I couldn’t help but giggle. I knew exactly how she felt. The aches, the Read More …
Dinner needs prepped, laundry needs switched, your oldest needs help with math, and the littlest needs your attention in the bathroom; all the while, the read-aloud needs read, the oven is beeping and your middle child is wrestling with ‘i before e, except after c.’ It’s that moment I look at the calendar. Today Read More …
As one season rolls into the next, and the cool, crisp air replaces the warmth of the sun on our faces, we tend to bring our lives inside, settling into a more sedentary season. Children are brought in to sit down and fill their days, too often, plugged in, moving from one screen to the Read More …
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