Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Why Home Schooling wasn't for me

Home school?  I had heard about it, and even had some friends at Church in MS that were doing it.  Was it for me?  NO way.  The lady who I knew had a maid, and a nice neatly arranged “school room”, and everything seemed to be orderly.  There was no way I could do that.  Well that was the key *I* couldn't do that, but I never stopped to think *Jesus* could.  

We had been in MS a short while and there was a lot going on.  My Dad was dying of Pancreatic cancer, I was about to have my 4th child, and we were trying to adjust to a whole new state.  There was NO way I could take on any more.  Two months after moving there, we had our 4th child Joshua.  He wasn’t easy to please, and at the time we had no idea he suffered from motion sickness.  The swing, the car, none of it pleased him at all.  He cried a lot. 

Me and Joshua with my Daddy when he was very sick

Six short months later my Dad went home to be with the Lord.  That was tough, but I was able to go see him a few times while he was ill, then again in his last days.  I took Joshua with me, and my husband was able to get off.  I came home after visiting, and just 2 short days after, my Dad left this Earth.  How would I go back?  My husband just got off work for a week for me to be with him. It worked out, and I flew back home to say my goodbyes, and bury him.  

The following month brought a hurricane scare, and I was told I had to evacuate with my 4 children, but without my husband.  My Mom was just 2 hours away but the hurricane was headed her way, so I took off to GA with 4 children.  It wound up being a nice trip.  

One month later in August we were hit with Hurricane Katrina.  I was told I could leave, but I could also stay and shelter on base.  Since Mom was just 2 hours away I took her up on her offer, and drove off to be with her.  My husband had to stay behind with his students, and I didn't hear from him for 3 whole days.  All I saw on TV was the devastation in Louisiana, nothing about Mississippi.  

I finally got a call from a friend in OK, since all they had were gov’t phone lines up.  He was able to relay a message, my husband was safe, but the area was devastated.  What we thought would be a few days with Mom turned into 4+ months.  God is good, and my husband could come see us on weekends.  

*Pictures of where we lived in Mississippi after Hurricane Katrina

After we returned to MS our oldest son was being looked at for delays.  We were told 2 or so weeks later (after we painted our base housing, and if you are military you get it) that we would be transferred out of the area since there wasn’t any help for him there.  

My daughter had her new teacher in MS, then teacher in FL, then back to MS with another teacher.  We were told that she had to have a new teacher since their numbers were all “Off.”  We moved to TX 2 months later, where she had a new teacher who went on maternity leave.  If you can count that is 5 teachers, and 3 schools.  

I wish I heard God’s voice in my mind back then, but I know now I wasn't ready to hear him.
It wasn’t until after I was in TX, and met an amazing group of ladies who loved the Lord.  They were dedicated to raising up their children in the Lord and I finally said “YES GOD, I will try this.”  I told my husband “God will have to come down, and tell me himself, or I don’t think I will do it.”  While he didn't literally come down and tell me, through those precious women I saw Jesus.   I saw how their families were close knit, and loved one another.  I wanted that for my family. 

If you are still reading, I all of this is to say after 5 ½ years of home schooling, I don’t have it all together.  I don’t have a special formula to what “Home School” should look like.  What I have is a hunger to love Christ more deeply, and love those around me especially my husband and children.  Each day is a new day, and a new opportunity to learn, love, and live out our lives in a way that will show others the Love of Christ.

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