When I was expecting my daughter in 2012, it was a turbulent season for my family. An uncertain future, heavy decisions weighing on our shoulders, risks ready for the plunge, and a tremendous dose of faith comprised our daily lives. How many times did I weep alone? I couldn’t give you a definitive number.
How God planted us outside of our small pot and into a sprawling field of harvest
When God convicted my family to disciple our children in an unconventional way by homeschooling, we indeed thought the idea was radical. A friend of ours said: It’s such an old idea, it’s new. Unfamiliar but familiar.
Why do we make room for our joy to be hijacked by the cruelty of this world?
Psalm 103, verses 1 through 6 proclaim that we bless the Lord’s name. It admonishes us to remember all his benefits: the forgiveness of our iniquities, the healing of our diseases, the redemption of our life from destruction, the crowning of our heads with loving-kindness and tender mercies. The Lord is enough to satisfy my mouth with good things and my youth has been renewed like the eagle’s.
Right now, I’m in the middle of some urgent self-care. I’m devoting some significant time to mend illness, conduct homeschool, and read a devotional book. I’m also participating in a challenge on gratitude.