I am grateful that we home educate our kids. 

At times it is difficult, like these last few weeks when I just need some time alone. Time to think. Time to write. Time to breathe, cry, process and work through some things. But I don’t get this time on demand. 

When I need this time, my husband does his best to provide it. He will come home and take the kids to where ever he needs to go so I can be alone, or he will arrange places for them to stay. But there are some times it just doesn’t work out so nicley. 

I am currently going through one of the hardest things I ever had emotionally. Not THE hardest. But it’s up there. 

I am freed to know that God puts us through seasons and that my family and I can adapt to whatever the Lord has for us. My plans were to finish school through May, but with everything going on, I abandoned ship. We’re done. 


My kids, of course, are not disspaointed. And we can pick things back up whenever we are in the season of routine again. Right now, we need to spend time worshipping and reading the Word together, clinging to His truth and figuring out how it applies to this new season we are in. Sitting outside and watching the clouds roll away. Holding my toddler and crying. In this season, the “education” that will come will be more treasure then finishing our Math books. 


Be Free to BE in the season God has you. 

For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the LORD.

For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.

For as the rain cometh down, and the snow from heaven, and returneth not thither, but watereth the earth, and maketh it bring forth and bud, that it may give seed to the sower, and bread to the eater:

So shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it.

For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.

Instead of the thorn shall come up the fir tree, and instead of the brier shall come up the myrtle tree: and it shall be to the LORD for a name, for an everlasting sign that shall not be cut off.