Dear new homeschool moms,
I've been thinking about you a lot these past few days as the hours of sunlight lessen and the itch to get into a routine triggers that old nesting instinct. I know that path you are walking. Maybe you're clinging to those minutes of daylight slipping away: A tightrope stretches out in front of you. And a deep canyon of unknown obstacles yawns below, admittedly scaring the denim jumper off you.
(Well, no big loss on the jumper. I promise you, it's better left in the closet.*)
The carefully selected curriculum is purchased, unpacked and lined up at eye level for your learners, but you're not sure if it's the right kind, the right challenge, the right amount. You have chosen your homeschooling space but you've seen so many cleverer uses of corners, shelving, storage and seating on Pinterest that maybe it's not too late to rearrange it one more time. The kids can now recite by heart every ultimatum you've issued regarding morning routines and schoolwork expectations, and all the while you're bribing them with promises of trips to the zoo or the new zipline course (PE!). Yes, I remember those days -- and those days are among my favorite memories! Hopeful, anticipating, purposeful -- our intentions were as fresh as the smell of newly cracked books.
There was the sense that we were, in our own little way and as the Lord had made it possible for us to do, responding in obedience to the call to raise up our children in the nurture and admonition of the Lord, teaching them all that he had commanded us, and instructing them throughout the day as we would sit and when we would walk by the way, and upon rising up and lying down. Combing the scriptures for understanding about how to be godly parents and how to make sure the results would be godly children.
That John 10 passage on the Good Shepherd and the sheep who hear him and know his voice and follow him is getting more mileage this week over at the blog at Three Rivers Grace Church. I ran it through another memory and came up with some more thoughts, this time about helping children discern whom to follow amidst all the distractions of this world.
You ought to go check out everything else at the 3RG blog, and then, if you have a little bit of time left, you could read the rest of the story about Tag and Hannah.
It starts like this (link to the full post below).
Once upon a time there was a young sheepdog named Tag who lived in a house with a girl named Hannah.
And for a special treat, go read Hannah's wonderful blog here:
Hannah and her Mister
It was only a matter of hours before the defenders of evil stepped forward with attempts to crush the efforts by investigative video journalists to expose the truly gruesome work of Planned Parenthood. "BREAKING NEWS" flashed across my screen with the following headline:
"Democrats Launch Investigation of Pro-Life Group Behind Planned Parenthood Videos"
This is not a surprising move. God-hating advocates always protect their kind. It's just a hard blow to think how our official representatives are the ones shielding the world's greatest death-loving corporation-hiding-behind-tax-exempt-status. Normal people whose stomachs are not lined with iron wonder how abortion advocates -- and even more so, abortion providers -- can sleep at night. How do they eat? How do they function? How do they breathe?
How can anyone be okay with this?
Who doesn’t remember the scene from The Sound of Music when Captain von Trapp summons his children to present themselves before Maria, their new governess, by blowing a complicated, even intricate, pattern of sounds on a bosun's whistle? Even though the movie is so old that 2015 marks its 50th year of continuous showings, because of that latter fact, and that it is a favored performance for school or community thespian troupes, nearly everyone is familiar with that scene. It's the moment when Maria realizes that no matter how strict things were back at the convent, it's a whole new paradigm of rigidity here.
It's transition week here at the Miller abode where a rapid metamorphosis from summer camp counselor to college sophomore is taking place and we're all getting rather wrapped up in the process. Therefore, even though I'm journaling and jotting ideas and thoughts and impressions like crazy, I haven't had time to write up a full blog post.
So here's what you'll find here today instead: the reposting of a review of Dr. Rosaria Champagne Butterfield's book The Secret Thoughts of an Unlikely Convert, published first in March 2013 at surprisedtobeaguest, and then reposted by permission at Three Rivers Grace Church's blog. In Rosaria's follow-up book, Openness Unhindered, published (also by Crown and Covenant) in July 2015, she examines and critiques accepted parlance about identity and reveals how cultural transformation of thinking in this area through the 20th century brought about the sexual chaos we have today. I hope to review Openness Unhindered here at #thereyougothinkingagain in the next few weeks, so this week's posting lull provides, I believe, the perfect opportunity to reconsider what our favorite lesbian-turned-disciple had to say in her first book.
Heroic Faith of Hospitality
Every once in a while a book comes along that forces you to rethink some important stuff. Who can come to Christ; what you’ve done in the way of establishing principles and guarding and protecting your children against evil and falsehoods; how you practice the commands of Christ and how crucial some of the seemingly inconsequential commands are to the fabric and fiber of the life of the church – and more personally, in the lives of believers. You realize you’ve backed strongholds, given no thought at all to whether they are compatible with Scripture or merely reflect adherence to talking points, and a bullet train has come barreling down the tracks, leaving splintered presuppositions in its wake.
What this book has done to me is drive me to make a confession.
Elisabeth Elliot is the one to credit -- or blame!?, depending upon your perspective -- for #thereyougothinkingagain, the blog.
I'm sure there are many more wonderful things Elisabeth Elliot can be hailed for, not least of which is her daughter and grandchildren, but also her lovely feminine power in submission, her beautiful humility, her wisdom and faithfulness. These all came to mind when I saw the news that she'd died and gone on to receive her reward from her beloved Savior. The memories and remembered accounts of the multitude of ways she'd influenced so many was rolling down upon me like a boulder and I had to sit down for a few days to ponder it.
In less than a week I'll be driving to the other side of the state to pick up my son from the Christian camp where he's been working as a counselor this summer. It's been almost 6 weeks since I've seen him and 10 since he's been home, so it's no surprise the experiences and relationships that have filled that time in his life have had a huge impact on him for now and for the future. I can't wait to hear what he has to share!
It's with a certain amount of confidence that I feel I can say that I am not a helicopter mom. Simply by virtue of the fact that my children thank me for not being a helicopter mom, I think I am in pretty good shape there.
I've used that word a couple of times in the beginning pieces here, and I am coming to see what a good, compelling word that it is.
"Old English wilcuma 'welcome' [is an] exclamation of kindly greeting, from earlier wilcuma (n.) 'welcome guest,' literally 'one whose coming suits another's will or wish,' from willa [meaning] 'pleasure, desire, choice' + cuma [meaning] 'guest.'"
(Online Etymology Dictionary)
I desire this blog space to be hospitable: I want visitors to feel welcome, to feel as though, as my choice guest, their choosing my site to visit is a good thing for them and for me.
Imagine if I were preparing a dinner party and came to the door with my heart unsettled and my mind preparing ammunition for battle. That would definitely not be very welcoming. As we all know, when we are engaging with others in this world, we can't just act however we want. But being welcoming doesn't mean, I think, never venturing out of the realm of talk that tickles and well-fitting masks that always present the happy side of life. A middle of the road approach, however, would not appropriately balance out these two extremes either; it would just be meh. But, when a soul is under the control of the Spirit of Christ, who renews and transforms, that sets a different standard.
Laura Miller aka mrsdkmiller
Looking for a list of articles published around the web?
Looking for posts written in response to 5-Minute Friday prompts? Click here:
Her March Isn't Over
Across the River
When God Pries My Fingers Off My Children
Life's Defining Moments
To the Christian Wife Who Berated Her Husband in Front of My Daughter
Zeal and Grace in France
An Unconventional Love Story
Seeing What's in Front of Our Eyes
Remembering Why I Called You Hannah
Love Your Sister.
Because He Came Home
Go Valiantly! A Prayer for New Homeschooling Moms
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