In isolation, God sees us, and there we begin to know Him more deeply
I recently left my town to travel about 300 miles north to pick up my eldest son from my in-laws’ house. He was there for an extended visit—about a month—and my mom and I journeyed to pick him up and bring him home. Suffice to say, the trip did me well.
The perception of homeschooling, despite it now having settled itself more in the mainstream, is that it is weird. Homeschoolers are weird. They grow their own food, harvest their own eggs, grind their own wheat, and on and on.
A simple way to becoming more grateful during trouble
I stand amazed by the humility and strength of Fanny Crosby, the writer of more than 8K hymns, who was also thankful for her blindness. It was in her blindness that she was able to see the Lord’s hand in her life.
I read about the young seminary student, Edward Spencer, and his harrowing ordeal at sea. An accident between two vessels proved disastrous but Edward rescued many by the strength of his muscles. He rescued 17 people. But none thanked him. His labor on that day left him changed physically, forever, and he was often confined to a wheelchair.
We are set apart as beloved children of the most High
It seems a new word is in order for the new year. I look to my husband when November rolls around to ask him what He thinks the theme, the challenge, the direction he sees our family will be going into for the next year. It was synchronicity when he picked peculiar, a word that has been pronounced in our minds. I even put together 11 meditations and prayers for my subscribers and shared them last month.
“Practical, well researched and full of poignant stories, this book will empower you to live in light of God’s wisdom,” writer Mary DeMuth wrote of Liz Curtis Higgs who she defined as having a “contagious passion for the Word of God.”
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.