Uncovering 5 Common Myths of Home Schooling

   

1. Our kids are unsocialized

    2. You have to be patient, organized & crafty 

    3. We breed like rabbits

    4.  We all wear glasses and live to be on the “Geek Squad”

    5. We keep our kids in a bubble so they won’t see or hear   evil

Let’s look at #1 first –

“How do you socialize your kids?”

You will Give Your Time to what you Value

I hate pain. I especially hate it when I’m running. Whether it’s shin splints or muscle strain or side stitch, it slows me down. It also makes me think the worst. That my side is going to split open if I take another step, or my leg muscle will be injured for life if I keep going. Now sometimes, pain is an indicator that something’s off, and may need to be addressed. I’m not really talking about that. I’m talking about the pain that’s just part of running….or just part of life. There’s a certain amount of “rub” that happens when we’re apart of fellowship containing PEOPLE. It’s called “As iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another" (Pr. 27:17) It’s unavoidable. God made us all different and then tells us to love one another as we would our self. God has a great sense of humor! But sometimes, when that conflict arises, instead of pushing through or asking our self if this particular pain is just apart of the “run”, we flee. Whether it’s to stop the pain or save face, that’s our tendency.

When Dreams Don't Come True

I love the words to this song! As I sang them over and over again, I realized the words didn’t stay on the surface of my mind like a fun catchy tune, but sunk down do the deep places in my heart. God was stirring something around in there, and as I processed, this is what I discovered…

The Yo-Yo Effect

I watched my son release the yo-yo out of his hand and it tumbled down toward the ground. Right as it bottomed out, he flicked his wrist and it magically returned to his hand, where he repeated the process.

He said, “You have to wait, till it gets right here (demonstrating) and then you pull it up.”

Do you pray with your spouse?

After 15 years, do you know what stands out in my mind most about my wedding night? Nope, not the food. Not the sheets. Not even the I-can't-believe-my-parents-really-let-me-do-this feeling that I was married (we were 18!)! I remember something even more intimate than what went on in our hotel room. I remember that for the first time as Mr. and Mrs. Adam Steck, we prayed together.

After Chocolate and Vanilla...

Have you ever created something? A painting or sculpture, crocheted a hat or a blanket? Have you ever made dinner or lunch for guests or just family? What about a cake – carefully crafted the icing to celebrate an important event? Maybe you’ve written an essay, turned in a report, prepared a speech for a conference, convention, bible study, 3^rd grade class or business meeting. Perhaps you’ve held a piece of wood in your hands and envisioned a jewelry box or the beginnings to a table or chair.

Modify if You Need To!

Future laundry loads litter the floor. The smell of breakfast dishes lingers in the air. Dinner needs to be started. The floor needs to be swept; the counters wiped down. As I add one more errand to the white board list I feel it all pressing in around me. Some days I feel like I could drown in the needs of my own house.

A Few Veggies Where there is Love...

Mackenzie has been writing down some scripture verses that stand out to her. She started with Proverbs 15:13. Then she liked the next verse, so wrote it down and it became Proverbs 15:13-14. Then she liked the next one, so wrote it again and it became Proverbs 15:13-14-15. She has finally stopped at verse 19. She loved these words so much she took them to her guitar teacher and they added chords and a beat to it. She brought verse 17 to me and told me I needed to put this on my blog. It says, "A few vegetables where there is love is better than the finest meat with hatred." Pretty true.

Hidden Snares

As I flung open the door, I saw my childhood best friend handcuffed, her captor shouting threats at me. I left. Immediately, I was placed in a large parking lot. A stranger was talking to me. He was explaining there were more in similar troubles. People everywhere are being taken captive with their captor heavily guarding them. I spent the night barging into churches, grocery stores, shopping malls and camping trailers locating these captives, but I had no way to set them free. Finally, I woke up.

Coffee with Jesus

I wish I could just meet Jesus for coffee. Except, I don’t drink coffee – for Him I’m willing to make an exception. Sometimes, I just want to hear His voice, see His smile, smell His clothes.