On bilingualism, language, and writing with abandon
It is a fight to write. The time it takes to settle my thoughts in front of a blank page when the urge is there and ready but my mind is exhausted from the busy-ness of the homeschool. I live the unconventional modality of the stay-at-home mom, or the work-from-home mom—my children are not shuttled to schools for long hours in the day. Nevertheless, I force myself to start new projects or continue existing ones, measuring all waking hours, making allowances for domestic tasks to go to perdition for just a little while.
When isolation from those we love draws us closer to God
We don’t always agree with those in our immediate sphere of influence, do we? As the world becomes too loud and boisterous, too polarized, I’m finding myself needing to mend my vexed spirit. How can I keep my planted feet from fighting the urge to mobilize, to keep my mouth from speaking clumsily, to keep my heart from going astray? I don’t agree with a lot of what Christianity today looks like; it’s become unrecognizable to me. I don’t know what Christianity looks like anymore.
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.”