I have NEVER been so grateful for an old year to pass and a new one to begin as I am this year!
And God never ceases to amaze me that no matter how limited my time is, in His Word, that He always meets me here....in my quiet time.
How faithful He is. I truly feel loved by Him. Thank you Heavenly Father for meeting me here again today.
My bookmark in my bible was in the little book of Haggai. Chapter two. I read it backwards today. And asked the Lord again what He wants me to get out of these verses.
I have lamented over the scriptures that God gave me last fall re: our move into our new home and how I believe God's glory would be greater in our new present house than the former and "in this place I will grant peace." Haggai 2:9 But it surely has been anything but peaceful!!!
Let's review it today and go backwards.
Haggai 2:10-14 What am I doing or watching that is defiling this house? My life?
2:15 "Now give careful thought to this from this day on - consider how things were before one stone was laid on another in the Lord's temple." Am I working on the Lord's temple or my own? What is the foundation of this home? Have I given this home to the Lord? Yes, Debi and I went praying through each and every room. But what has been the focus before and since?
2:17 "I struck all the work of your hands with blight, mildew and hail, yet you did not turn to me, declares the Lord." In the midst of hard times am I turning to my Lord? I will be honest and say that last week was NOT a good week. I was so cold and felt lost. I could've left. I could've sought out distraction from my life. I couldn't pray. I felt God was so far away. All I could do was ask God to help me. He knew where I was. My struggle with surviving all of this.
2:18 "Give careful thought to the day when the foundation of the Lord's temple was laid. Give careful thought: Is there any seed left in the barn? Until now, the vine and the fig tree, the pomegranate and the olive tree have not borne fruit. "From this day on I will bless you."
COME BACK TO THIS ONE
2:3 Ask them, " Who of you is left who saw this house in its former glory? How does it look to you now? Does it not seem to you like nothing? YES!
2:4 But now Be strong, O Angela, declares the Lord. Be Strong, O Jonathan. Be strong, Friesen family, declares the Lord, and work for I am with you, declares the Lord Almighty.
2:5 And my Spirit remains among you. Do not fear."
Haggai 1:2 "This is what the Lord almighty says:" These people say, 'the time has not yet come for the Lord's house to be built.'" v.4"Is it a time for you yourselves to be living in your paneled houses, while this house remains a ruin?"
v.5 Now this is what the Lord Almighty says: "Give careful thought to your ways. You have planted much, but have harvested little. You eat, but never have enough. You drink, but never have your fill. You put on clothes, but are not warm. You earn wages, only to put them in a purse with holes in it."
v.7 "Give careful thought to your ways. Go up into the mountains and bring down timber and build the house, so that i may take pleasure in it and be honored," says the Lord.
v.8 "You expected much , but see, it turned out to be little. What you brought home, I blew away. Why?" declares the Lord Almighty. " Because of my house, which remains in ruin, while each of you is busy with his own house."
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Friday, December 9, 2011
The Valley - Day 5
Day 5
Exhausted.
Physically. Emotionally. Mentally.
Yet. God is good. He is my Strength.
Praise: This morning I was teary as I listened to a voicemail from a friend who wants to take my daughter (12) out for coffee this Saturday. I am preparing myself for this precious one to have her melt-down. She is a very emotional creature and we have tried preparing her for the roller coaster she might experience. My fear is that because she tends to subconciously take on another's ailments (brother's neck pain, broken bone, and more) how will she deal with her brother's suicide attempt?
Praise: Our Youth Pastor will be getting our 13 year old out of the house on Sunday. He needs time to be himself out from under his brother's shadow. He needs time to process. And we are thrilled that he gets to go to District for Wrestling tomorrow! Way to go!
Praise: And a new friend reached out to me again today. She gave me a great referral the other day and I so appreciated it. She is not judging me but loving me. And I can't thank her enough for that!
Praise: Found out that our insurance will cover 100% of counseling and pshychiatric help, except for a $20 copay.
Praise: My hubby and I went out for a date for coffee!
Then there is Christmas.
To host the party Saturday or not. Am I really up to having company? My heart is not in this. How do I explain my hesitation? But don't our kids deserve some Holiday cheer? Maybe it will rub off on me. But other than the year my father died a few weeks before Christmas, I've never felt sick about it being "the most wonderful time of the year"! Hmmmm. That was a death. This was almost a death. I realized to today that at some point I will start grieving. I pray I won't totally fall apart. I almost literally got sick while grocery shopping. I saw people happily shopping for parties and Christmas and felt SICK.
Verse: Psalm 23
2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; He leadeth me beside still waters.
3 He restoreth my soul: He guideth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
4 Yea, thou I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for thou art with me; Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: Thou hast anointed my head with oil; My cup runneth over.
6 Surely goodness and lovingkindness shall follow me all the days of my life; And I shall dwell in the house of Jehovah for ever.
Exhausted.
Physically. Emotionally. Mentally.
Yet. God is good. He is my Strength.
Praise: This morning I was teary as I listened to a voicemail from a friend who wants to take my daughter (12) out for coffee this Saturday. I am preparing myself for this precious one to have her melt-down. She is a very emotional creature and we have tried preparing her for the roller coaster she might experience. My fear is that because she tends to subconciously take on another's ailments (brother's neck pain, broken bone, and more) how will she deal with her brother's suicide attempt?
Praise: Our Youth Pastor will be getting our 13 year old out of the house on Sunday. He needs time to be himself out from under his brother's shadow. He needs time to process. And we are thrilled that he gets to go to District for Wrestling tomorrow! Way to go!
Praise: And a new friend reached out to me again today. She gave me a great referral the other day and I so appreciated it. She is not judging me but loving me. And I can't thank her enough for that!
Praise: Found out that our insurance will cover 100% of counseling and pshychiatric help, except for a $20 copay.
Praise: My hubby and I went out for a date for coffee!
Then there is Christmas.
To host the party Saturday or not. Am I really up to having company? My heart is not in this. How do I explain my hesitation? But don't our kids deserve some Holiday cheer? Maybe it will rub off on me. But other than the year my father died a few weeks before Christmas, I've never felt sick about it being "the most wonderful time of the year"! Hmmmm. That was a death. This was almost a death. I realized to today that at some point I will start grieving. I pray I won't totally fall apart. I almost literally got sick while grocery shopping. I saw people happily shopping for parties and Christmas and felt SICK.
Verse: Psalm 23
A Psalm of David.
1Jehovah is my shepherd; I shall not want.2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; He leadeth me beside still waters.
3 He restoreth my soul: He guideth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
4 Yea, thou I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for thou art with me; Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: Thou hast anointed my head with oil; My cup runneth over.
6 Surely goodness and lovingkindness shall follow me all the days of my life; And I shall dwell in the house of Jehovah for ever.
The Valley - Day 4
A "Little Bit-it" of Hope.
Finally, I feel that some pieces to this messy puzzle are coming together.
We met with the new christian counselor. He had some good advice. Wants to make sure all of us in the family have some support. He told Mr. 15 that he would be part of his support. Mr. 15 did nod a few times. Smirked a few times. And said this guy is nothing like his last counselor. Which he hated, so I'm hoping this is good news. We laughed in the car afterwards agreeing that Mr. Counselor would be much easier to listen to if he didn't say, "ummm.ummm.ummm" before each sentence. But maybe we should all stop and think about what we're going to say next.....He gave me some advice on how to cope with my emotions before they boil over. I think Mr.15 was happy that his mom was getting the advice. Mr. Counselor did want me to pass on to Mr.15 that by taking walks and mid-afternoon showers that was good coping skills. Then he asked me in private if he could share his own suicide attempt story at age 10 and how God spared his life. Uhhh. Yeah. I think Mr.15 might respect him a little bit after that.
Mr. Wonderful and I met with our Family Life Pastor while babies were in childcare and big kids were in youth group. It was good to just go and connect with hubby and get the pastor caught up. During this time we realized the amount of huge stressors we've all had the last couple of months.
July - Loss of an early pregnancy, Mr.15 decided to leave for hours during the day and late at night.
August - Decided to sell home and downsize. Can't afford pig because of income drop by 80%. House shopping about did me in. God provided for us in a mighty way with a perfect 1,000sq ft smaller home and 1/2 the mortgage!
September - School year started
October - Prepped new house. And boys and dad moved us over 3 wks. Nana's new chemo almost killed her.
November - Mr.15's love of his life broke up with him. Praise God! Not a healthy relationship at all!
Nana not doing well at all. Not sure how much time we have with her.
Cyber bullying led to fight at school. Chris got the punches in and won, but the bullying comments have got to hurt. ( A week and a half before suicide attempt)
The pastor was encouraging that at least we are not divorcing right now, because that's the only major life crisis we aren't dealing with! And that we need to protect our marriage and keep ourselves healthy.
Wow! Is this really my life right now?
Afterwards, I got a call from the Pshych's office that they can see Mr.15 Friday! Wow! When the other place can't see him until mid-February! That is a relief!
Finally, I feel that some pieces to this messy puzzle are coming together.
We met with the new christian counselor. He had some good advice. Wants to make sure all of us in the family have some support. He told Mr. 15 that he would be part of his support. Mr. 15 did nod a few times. Smirked a few times. And said this guy is nothing like his last counselor. Which he hated, so I'm hoping this is good news. We laughed in the car afterwards agreeing that Mr. Counselor would be much easier to listen to if he didn't say, "ummm.ummm.ummm" before each sentence. But maybe we should all stop and think about what we're going to say next.....He gave me some advice on how to cope with my emotions before they boil over. I think Mr.15 was happy that his mom was getting the advice. Mr. Counselor did want me to pass on to Mr.15 that by taking walks and mid-afternoon showers that was good coping skills. Then he asked me in private if he could share his own suicide attempt story at age 10 and how God spared his life. Uhhh. Yeah. I think Mr.15 might respect him a little bit after that.
Mr. Wonderful and I met with our Family Life Pastor while babies were in childcare and big kids were in youth group. It was good to just go and connect with hubby and get the pastor caught up. During this time we realized the amount of huge stressors we've all had the last couple of months.
July - Loss of an early pregnancy, Mr.15 decided to leave for hours during the day and late at night.
August - Decided to sell home and downsize. Can't afford pig because of income drop by 80%. House shopping about did me in. God provided for us in a mighty way with a perfect 1,000sq ft smaller home and 1/2 the mortgage!
September - School year started
October - Prepped new house. And boys and dad moved us over 3 wks. Nana's new chemo almost killed her.
November - Mr.15's love of his life broke up with him. Praise God! Not a healthy relationship at all!
Nana not doing well at all. Not sure how much time we have with her.
Cyber bullying led to fight at school. Chris got the punches in and won, but the bullying comments have got to hurt. ( A week and a half before suicide attempt)
The pastor was encouraging that at least we are not divorcing right now, because that's the only major life crisis we aren't dealing with! And that we need to protect our marriage and keep ourselves healthy.
Wow! Is this really my life right now?
Afterwards, I got a call from the Pshych's office that they can see Mr.15 Friday! Wow! When the other place can't see him until mid-February! That is a relief!
The Valley - Day 3
Day 3
Anger!
Met with Mr.15's medical doctor. Doesn't want to prescribe anything for sleep now. Referred us to counselors and psychs.
In the van, taking Mr.15 back to school, things got heated. I asked him if he knew that this (his suicide attempt) has affected the whole family. That Mr.13 and Ms.12 are experiencing some pretty hard emotions too. He said, "Don't you think I know that?" I told him I didn't know. He told me that his brother would not even look at him when he came home from the hospital. He told me that I think he doesn't feel anything. But that he feels our emotions and his as well. That he is on a roller coaster as well, so don't assume he doesn't feel anything. I told him how much we loved him and always have and he just smirked, like "yeah, right".
I asked him (not the wisest move) if he did this to get back at us. He had a fit! "Yeah, make this all about you." I told him that I was asking because of the first thing he told me in the ER. "Now you can't push things off anymore." What?I asked. "Everything." Then I irrationally asked him if he did this to get back at his ex-girlfriend. Then he was really pissed. I told him I was asking because of the second thing he asked me in the ER. "Does "what's her name" know I'm here? What did she say? Was she upset?"
Then things went sideways...fast.
There was yelling and attempts to rip his headphones off of his head. He had a few choice words for me. And the slamming of the van door. He was walking in the direction of his school. I followed up later to make sure he got there. He had.
I couldn't help it. I was MAD at him for doing this to all of us! Call me cold. Call me whatever. But this is the rollercoaster I am on. I am not choosing these emotions. They are choosing me right now. This is how I'm coping. And it isn't that great!
When he got home after school we talked. I told him that I had gone about today wrong and apologized for how I handled things. That I don't know what to do with all of these emotions. That I am so grateful that he is with us. He seemed to accept this. He told me that this is all his fault.
That was my blow-up, but we didn't see the next one coming later. I heard yelling and banging from the boys' room at 11pm. Mr.13 had had enough of his brother's lack of respect for his things and lost it. Some punches were thrown and some really bad things were said. Quickly, I was able to explain again that we are all on a huge rollercoaster and that Mr.13 was letting off steam (albeit the wrong way). So standing there with a swollen eye and tears running down his face, Mr.13 told his brother that what he did on Saturday made him sad. Mr.15 said again, "You think that I don't feel anything." Mr.13 told him how should he know he had ANY emotions when he acts like a stoic robot all of the time. I encouraged Mr.13 to tell his brother how he felt. He told Mr.15 that he loves him. WhewwwwwWeeeee!!!
Two hours later Mr.15 and I wrapped up our conversation. It was good. It was a break through. He told me he still doesn't know exactly why he did what he did. I believe him. He's still processing. He told me that he feels neglected. That he told me in august that he wasn't sleeping well and I did nothing. ( He never mentioned it again) He told me that his blacking out spells could be dangerous or lifethreatening and that I did nothing. I reminded him that I took him to a doctor for this and he checked out fine a year ago. But recently we took him back in and now he has a cardiology appt already set up and an EEG.
I asked him when he started changing. Or when things started changing. And he pinpointed when I went into the hospital for 6.5wks unexpectedly. And with the arrival of our triplets that our lives have never been the same. Rightly so, son.
So, that was Day 3. Bad. Really Bad. And Good.
Anger!
Met with Mr.15's medical doctor. Doesn't want to prescribe anything for sleep now. Referred us to counselors and psychs.
In the van, taking Mr.15 back to school, things got heated. I asked him if he knew that this (his suicide attempt) has affected the whole family. That Mr.13 and Ms.12 are experiencing some pretty hard emotions too. He said, "Don't you think I know that?" I told him I didn't know. He told me that his brother would not even look at him when he came home from the hospital. He told me that I think he doesn't feel anything. But that he feels our emotions and his as well. That he is on a roller coaster as well, so don't assume he doesn't feel anything. I told him how much we loved him and always have and he just smirked, like "yeah, right".
I asked him (not the wisest move) if he did this to get back at us. He had a fit! "Yeah, make this all about you." I told him that I was asking because of the first thing he told me in the ER. "Now you can't push things off anymore." What?I asked. "Everything." Then I irrationally asked him if he did this to get back at his ex-girlfriend. Then he was really pissed. I told him I was asking because of the second thing he asked me in the ER. "Does "what's her name" know I'm here? What did she say? Was she upset?"
Then things went sideways...fast.
There was yelling and attempts to rip his headphones off of his head. He had a few choice words for me. And the slamming of the van door. He was walking in the direction of his school. I followed up later to make sure he got there. He had.
I couldn't help it. I was MAD at him for doing this to all of us! Call me cold. Call me whatever. But this is the rollercoaster I am on. I am not choosing these emotions. They are choosing me right now. This is how I'm coping. And it isn't that great!
When he got home after school we talked. I told him that I had gone about today wrong and apologized for how I handled things. That I don't know what to do with all of these emotions. That I am so grateful that he is with us. He seemed to accept this. He told me that this is all his fault.
That was my blow-up, but we didn't see the next one coming later. I heard yelling and banging from the boys' room at 11pm. Mr.13 had had enough of his brother's lack of respect for his things and lost it. Some punches were thrown and some really bad things were said. Quickly, I was able to explain again that we are all on a huge rollercoaster and that Mr.13 was letting off steam (albeit the wrong way). So standing there with a swollen eye and tears running down his face, Mr.13 told his brother that what he did on Saturday made him sad. Mr.15 said again, "You think that I don't feel anything." Mr.13 told him how should he know he had ANY emotions when he acts like a stoic robot all of the time. I encouraged Mr.13 to tell his brother how he felt. He told Mr.15 that he loves him. WhewwwwwWeeeee!!!
Two hours later Mr.15 and I wrapped up our conversation. It was good. It was a break through. He told me he still doesn't know exactly why he did what he did. I believe him. He's still processing. He told me that he feels neglected. That he told me in august that he wasn't sleeping well and I did nothing. ( He never mentioned it again) He told me that his blacking out spells could be dangerous or lifethreatening and that I did nothing. I reminded him that I took him to a doctor for this and he checked out fine a year ago. But recently we took him back in and now he has a cardiology appt already set up and an EEG.
I asked him when he started changing. Or when things started changing. And he pinpointed when I went into the hospital for 6.5wks unexpectedly. And with the arrival of our triplets that our lives have never been the same. Rightly so, son.
So, that was Day 3. Bad. Really Bad. And Good.
The Valley - Day 2
Day 2
FRUSTRATED
How could the hospital just leave us with nothing? No real plan. No phone numbers. Ok, a crisis line for Mr.15. Nothing but a "Counseling is highly recommended". NO, Duhhh!!! And "He promised not to hurt himself today." Really?!!!! That's it?!!!
Will he try this again? What precautions do we need to take? How do we talk to him? What should we say? Will we make it worse?
Where do we begin? What all does he need? Do we need? Who to call first? Who will be able to get us in? Will it be a good fit? Will they be quacks? Will my son open up to anyone? How much will this all cost? What about us? Is there support for parents?
FRUSTRATED to the point of tears! And the medical doctor calls while they were pouring. "Do you want me to call you back another time?" "Uhhhh, NO, there may not be another good time." At least he will see Mr.15 tomorrow. And he will have phone numbers for me. I have a call in to our Family Life Pastor for numbers as well.
Who to tell? We need prayer and lots of it. Who do I trust? Will it harm Mr.15 if I tell? Our pastoral staff knows. Ok, I have two prayer warriors that I can call. And my two sisters. They have to love me anyways, right?
Will people choose to stay away from our family now? I wouldn't blame them. What about our amazing adoption story? Is that testimony marred now? Why am I even thinking about this? This is crazy! Who is safe?
Beyond FRUSTRATED!
All I can do is pray that God leads us to the right help and fast!
Verse:
"Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. I say to myself, " The Lord is my portion; therefore I will wait for him." "The Lord is good to those whose hope is in him, to the one who seeks him; it is good to wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord." Lamentations 3:22-26
FRUSTRATED
How could the hospital just leave us with nothing? No real plan. No phone numbers. Ok, a crisis line for Mr.15. Nothing but a "Counseling is highly recommended". NO, Duhhh!!! And "He promised not to hurt himself today." Really?!!!! That's it?!!!
Will he try this again? What precautions do we need to take? How do we talk to him? What should we say? Will we make it worse?
Where do we begin? What all does he need? Do we need? Who to call first? Who will be able to get us in? Will it be a good fit? Will they be quacks? Will my son open up to anyone? How much will this all cost? What about us? Is there support for parents?
FRUSTRATED to the point of tears! And the medical doctor calls while they were pouring. "Do you want me to call you back another time?" "Uhhhh, NO, there may not be another good time." At least he will see Mr.15 tomorrow. And he will have phone numbers for me. I have a call in to our Family Life Pastor for numbers as well.
Who to tell? We need prayer and lots of it. Who do I trust? Will it harm Mr.15 if I tell? Our pastoral staff knows. Ok, I have two prayer warriors that I can call. And my two sisters. They have to love me anyways, right?
Will people choose to stay away from our family now? I wouldn't blame them. What about our amazing adoption story? Is that testimony marred now? Why am I even thinking about this? This is crazy! Who is safe?
Beyond FRUSTRATED!
All I can do is pray that God leads us to the right help and fast!
Verse:
"Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. I say to myself, " The Lord is my portion; therefore I will wait for him." "The Lord is good to those whose hope is in him, to the one who seeks him; it is good to wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord." Lamentations 3:22-26
The Valley of the Shadow of Death - Day 1
Day 1
NUMB
Did this really happen? Did my son really just try to take his life? He was in a good mood today and hung out. What happened?
NUMB
Task Mode
The phone rang...late. The phone rang a little later. Mr. Wonderful got up to tell Mr.15 to wrap it up now that it was too late. The phone rang again. Mr.15 left the house in a hurry. The phone rang again. Mr. Wonderful picked up. Mr.15 did what? Overdosed on what? Where is he now?
NUMB
Task Mode
The ER doc came in to let us know that they are checking his levels and they will start giving him charcoal to get rid of the over the counter drug. I stepped out. I told her what he had told me. I told her I didn't know how to act. Did he do this for attention? Should I be the doting parent? Or do I need to hold back? He's obviously mad. OK, what would I normally do? Go to him. He talked some with steally eyes. Mad eyes.
We looked at each other and knew our lives would NEVER be the same. His life would NEVER be the same. Would he be ok? They weren't acting like it was an emergency. Where was everyone? Hello?!!! Shouldn't we be doing something here?!!!
The doc came in later to say that he had not taken enough to do damage or that the charcoal was working to bring his levels down. Praise God. So they would be transferring him to a secure section of the ER until a psych could come evaluate him. Then they would take him to another hospital for a minimum of 72 hours holding period. I lost it when we moved into a guarded, video monitored, sterile, cell-like room. I bawled for my son. Would this be his future? It couldn't be true!!!
Then Mr.Wonderful went and got breakfast for us. The nurse asked if we wanted cards. So the card games began and Mr.15 was actually laughing and joking with us. The psych on-call came and evaluated Mr.15 for 40minutes without us. We waited for what our future held. And then you'd think I'd be relieved when she said we could take him home! What? After all of this? This is serious. What if he does it again? What do we do now?
NUMB
Did this really happen? Did my son really just try to take his life? He was in a good mood today and hung out. What happened?
NUMB
Task Mode
The phone rang...late. The phone rang a little later. Mr. Wonderful got up to tell Mr.15 to wrap it up now that it was too late. The phone rang again. Mr.15 left the house in a hurry. The phone rang again. Mr. Wonderful picked up. Mr.15 did what? Overdosed on what? Where is he now?
NUMB
Task Mode
The ER doc came in to let us know that they are checking his levels and they will start giving him charcoal to get rid of the over the counter drug. I stepped out. I told her what he had told me. I told her I didn't know how to act. Did he do this for attention? Should I be the doting parent? Or do I need to hold back? He's obviously mad. OK, what would I normally do? Go to him. He talked some with steally eyes. Mad eyes.
We looked at each other and knew our lives would NEVER be the same. His life would NEVER be the same. Would he be ok? They weren't acting like it was an emergency. Where was everyone? Hello?!!! Shouldn't we be doing something here?!!!
The doc came in later to say that he had not taken enough to do damage or that the charcoal was working to bring his levels down. Praise God. So they would be transferring him to a secure section of the ER until a psych could come evaluate him. Then they would take him to another hospital for a minimum of 72 hours holding period. I lost it when we moved into a guarded, video monitored, sterile, cell-like room. I bawled for my son. Would this be his future? It couldn't be true!!!
Then Mr.Wonderful went and got breakfast for us. The nurse asked if we wanted cards. So the card games began and Mr.15 was actually laughing and joking with us. The psych on-call came and evaluated Mr.15 for 40minutes without us. We waited for what our future held. And then you'd think I'd be relieved when she said we could take him home! What? After all of this? This is serious. What if he does it again? What do we do now?
Friday, November 11, 2011
My Disobedience
I've wrestled with God for over a year about bringing my oldest daugher home to homeschool. After much prayer and a plan in mind, we set on the course and finally started homeschooling her this fall. But in my fear and reluctance to trust God's provision, the PLAN that was set was changed. And now I am looking at something that is not at all what the PLAN was suppose to look like.
Our goals, reasons, passions for homeschooling are as follows:
To build our relationship with God
To build our relationship with each other
To build opportunities to serve each other and outside of our home
To build my child up in their talents, abilities and allow their personality to shine
To build a model of learning that creates a DESIRE to learn
To build a foundation of HOW to learn
To build on the passion I have for the mission field, adoption, the needy, the friendless, the fatherless
To build on the life skills needed for their future
And the PLAN was for us to do a unit study on Countries and Different Cultures from My Father's World. The money was not there to do so this fall, but I did run across a free one at.............. Along with Wordly Wise, Writing Strands, Easy Grammar, and a math program (possibly Teaching Textbooks and IXL for review). Art and PE classes included. Time to have read alouds and snuggle time on the couch. Time for meaningful devotions. Time to create. Then fear caused me to change our plans and now it looks much different.
Now? We are in a 2 day a week alternative learning option, where she goes to a public/homeschool option 2 days a week to recieve her core subjects. It seemed like a great option to keep her up on her math and reading ( she is moving out of her IEP, but won't have a review until Feb/March). And now every minute is spent on doing public school "homework" in our home. So as of this week I do not even call us "homeschoolers" but "public at home schoolers"! And the reality that this is NOT what the PLAN was, hit me hard. Am I being obedient to all that God has put on my heart? NO. And that came thru to me in a very unique way.
Maybe because I'm stubborn God has to get me to my weakest point and then use an object lesson to point out His will. So as I'm in bed sick the last couple of days with a cold the babies shared with me, God used that time to teach me the errors of MY ways. It started with reading the triplets their nighttime story and of course it was on Jonah. Our emphasis with the babies is that we tell them that Jonah said NO to God and we need to say YES to Him. Ok, that struck a cord with me. Then my hubby was desperately searching for a lost computer cord while I was dealing with babies that didn't want to go to sleep. I had had the cord in my hands the night before so it had to be close. And as I was searching for it I began to pray for God to please help me find the cord. But I felt guilty. I knew God always helps me find missing things. I don't remember a time where I haven't found a missing item. I feel it's because I pray about it. But I felt God calling me to obedience re: homeschooling His way. So as I'm searching for the cord, my heart is wrestling with God. I surrendered to His way and told him I would make a change. After a few more searches in the office the missing cord was found. But as I held it I heard God say, "How much more do I care about Miss A?" "If you can trust me to find this cord, can't you trust my WAYS to homeschool and the plans I have for her?"
So here I am. Trusting and knowing that His WAYS are ALWAYS higher than mine! ALWAYS!
Our goals, reasons, passions for homeschooling are as follows:
To build our relationship with God
To build our relationship with each other
To build opportunities to serve each other and outside of our home
To build my child up in their talents, abilities and allow their personality to shine
To build a model of learning that creates a DESIRE to learn
To build a foundation of HOW to learn
To build on the passion I have for the mission field, adoption, the needy, the friendless, the fatherless
To build on the life skills needed for their future
And the PLAN was for us to do a unit study on Countries and Different Cultures from My Father's World. The money was not there to do so this fall, but I did run across a free one at.............. Along with Wordly Wise, Writing Strands, Easy Grammar, and a math program (possibly Teaching Textbooks and IXL for review). Art and PE classes included. Time to have read alouds and snuggle time on the couch. Time for meaningful devotions. Time to create. Then fear caused me to change our plans and now it looks much different.
Now? We are in a 2 day a week alternative learning option, where she goes to a public/homeschool option 2 days a week to recieve her core subjects. It seemed like a great option to keep her up on her math and reading ( she is moving out of her IEP, but won't have a review until Feb/March). And now every minute is spent on doing public school "homework" in our home. So as of this week I do not even call us "homeschoolers" but "public at home schoolers"! And the reality that this is NOT what the PLAN was, hit me hard. Am I being obedient to all that God has put on my heart? NO. And that came thru to me in a very unique way.
Maybe because I'm stubborn God has to get me to my weakest point and then use an object lesson to point out His will. So as I'm in bed sick the last couple of days with a cold the babies shared with me, God used that time to teach me the errors of MY ways. It started with reading the triplets their nighttime story and of course it was on Jonah. Our emphasis with the babies is that we tell them that Jonah said NO to God and we need to say YES to Him. Ok, that struck a cord with me. Then my hubby was desperately searching for a lost computer cord while I was dealing with babies that didn't want to go to sleep. I had had the cord in my hands the night before so it had to be close. And as I was searching for it I began to pray for God to please help me find the cord. But I felt guilty. I knew God always helps me find missing things. I don't remember a time where I haven't found a missing item. I feel it's because I pray about it. But I felt God calling me to obedience re: homeschooling His way. So as I'm searching for the cord, my heart is wrestling with God. I surrendered to His way and told him I would make a change. After a few more searches in the office the missing cord was found. But as I held it I heard God say, "How much more do I care about Miss A?" "If you can trust me to find this cord, can't you trust my WAYS to homeschool and the plans I have for her?"
So here I am. Trusting and knowing that His WAYS are ALWAYS higher than mine! ALWAYS!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)