A young mom recently asked for insights on a topic I've considered exploring- the costs involved in homeschooling. I mentioned the subject to Rich and his initial response was exactly my own - financial costs or real life costs?
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A young mom recently asked for insights on a topic I've considered exploring- the costs involved in homeschooling. I mentioned the subject to Rich and his initial response was exactly my own - financial costs or real life costs?
This is not a cooking blog. Nor will it ever become one, because quite simply, I don't really enjoy cooking. In fact, at one point this last week, I seriously considered making my Facebook status be "I HATE COOKING!" But my father once told me hate is too strong of a word to use, and I thought the men of the house might read my status and put a big HELP sign in the front yard.
I have read Ann Voskamp's blog for a couple years, and eagerly awaited the publication of her book, One Thousand Gifts, last year. She's has become very popular recently! Almost weekly, I open facebook and see a status update or blog link to her stuff. I find Ann's overarchy theme familiar - something my mother-in-law shared with me years ago when my husband, her son, was facing a cancer diagnoses. Recently Ann made note on her blog that she attends a Plymouth Brethern Bible Chapel. Perhaps the similar life thesis to my mother-in-law's - finding things in each day for which to be thankful - is because she too attended a Brethren chapel all her life.
Years ago a friend mentioned that she and her husband were going through a spell of talking in sound bites. Busy life, hectic schedules, and frazled emotions left them with little opportunity to have longer conversations. We've been there.
Obedience to authority is a fact of life. Consequences for not being obedient haunt even adults. Ever received a speeding ticket? Then you understand these simple truths. One of the goals of most parents is to instill this cause and effect reality in their children's heart.
Kneeling on the floor, I scoop her into my arms. Her body heaves with sobs. Her brokenness speaks through tears telling of the evil of jail.