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.
Isn’t it just like us to look at ancient history as something that doesn’t have relevance today? It took my family a while to change our minds—to renew our minds—about what discipleship meant. Its purpose being of eternal value meant having to surrender all that I thought was right.
So, when God called our family to bloom where we were newly planted, we were anxious—yet excited too. What did God have in store for us to do?
For the sake of our children, we believed He moved us around in drastic ways: from the home we were living, the church we were attending, the school our eldest was enrolled in, the jobs my husband held, the shrunken income from two to one, the family and friends He purged out of our lives.
It all made perfect sense.
We had been planted in a smaller pot where roots weren’t allowed to thrive and spread. Now we were in for something scary and risky.
But He is the planter. He is the sower. He lifted us from the familiar rudiments of the world and gave us a renewed mind for His will. He prepared a field of rich soil just for our family and has planted us there, so He could nurture us under His sunlight, His shade, His living water. What a wonder!
The fruit of the righteous is a tree of life; and he that winneth souls is wise. Proverbs 11:30