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If I counted right, we are approximately halfway through our fourth year of homeschooling. Wow. Who wudda thunk? Certainly not me. I told the college kids the other night that if God had shown me His vision when I was in high school-- 4 kids, married to a pastor, homeschooling-- I would have run away frightened. I might have joined the Peace Corps or something. I certainly would have never believed that it would be the happiest and most fulfilling season of my life thus far. In His infinite wisdom, He gave me the vision in small, manageable portions. First, He called me to teach. And so I went to college. And took lots and lots of English and Math classes. (My English professors would be so proud of that sentence.) And graduated. And somehow never got around to teaching. I married Jason, and we moved to NC so he could go to seminary. I wasn't certified to teach, so I taught preschool until Spenser was born. Then Reed was born. Every time I started thinking about graduate school and teaching, I found myself pregnant. When I found out I was pregnant with Macy, I stood in the kitchen and cried, telling Jason, "I'm never going to be a teacher, am I?" I was happy to be a mom, and happy to have Macy and stay home with the kids, but I had been carrying this dream around in my back pocket. Every now and then, I would take it out and toss it around and soothe myself with the idea that One Day I would be a teacher. One Day I would have a purpose in life other than changing diapers and pouring endless cups of juice. One Day I would have a paycheck and would feel like I was carrying my (financial) weight in the family. One Day I would live up to the person I thought I was supposed to be. And then One Day I stood in the kitchen and cried and realized that One Day was never coming. And then, when I was able to let go of that dream, God gave me a new one. I felt the tug on my heart to homeschool the kids. I first felt it the Spring Macy was born, but I wasn't sure. It was about to be Reed's first year of school, and she was looking so forward to it. And I didn't have the confidence to take that from her. I wasn't fully convinced. But little by little, the seed that God had planted that spring took root and grew. And the next year, we started our homeschool journey. Now I look back and put the pieces together and can see the Big Picture. I see how God prepared me for this a little at a time. I see the people that He put in my life to help me when I was ready to begin. And I am so grateful that One Day never came. |
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