A GPS or A Personal Guide?

Do you remember being a child, visiting a friend's church, and your family was going to your friend's house for lunch afterward? Remember how your friend's parents would say, "Henry can ride along with you all and show you the way"? If Henry was your best friend, the ride to his house was just as much fun as the anticipation of spending an afternoon together, right? You almost forgot about where you were going, as Henry showed you the farm with the big tractors that you passed and the school house where they played ball and he had hit a home run all the way into that cornfield!

Because a blogpost needs pictures...

I've mentioned that I'm listening through the chronological Bible this year, using The Bible Recap. Each day has a corresponding podcast with Tara-Leigh Cobble. Every day she gives a short recap of the day's reading and shares her "God shot" for the day. I've really been enjoying it. 

An idea that she mentioned last week one day (I can't even remember what the reading for the day was!) is that God wants to be our personal guide. If someone were to invite us to their place for a birthday party, or whatever, we could easily put the address in our GPS and find it. But what a different feeling it would give us if the person jumped in our vehicle with us and personally showed us the way!

Do you like my redneck bird feeder?

That idea has been rolling around in my mind ever since. 

There are so many things in my life right now where it feels like I'm just waiting to see what will happen. Where will this lead? How will this look? What does God want for us? How is He going to work this out? What will it look like? All I seem to keep hearing is "Wait and see". That's not what I would like to hear. 

What I realized is, a GPS seems so much more comfortable. You punch in the right thing and clear, concise directions pop up. Sometimes a GPS takes you on detours you weren't expecting but if you put in the correct information, you usually arrive at your destination eventually. It takes all the guesswork and, to a certain extent the responsibility, out of the deal. Put in the correct info; reach the desired destination. If you don't find yourself at the desired destination, it's certainly not your fault!

But that's not how God works; He wants to be our personal guide. He's all about getting in the car with us and having a conversation. He's all about the relationship; me relying on Him to tell me when to turn left or right. When we use a GPS, it's all about the destination and the best way to get there. We can scroll ahead and see all the turns and exactly how long it should take. A personal guide is not so much about the destination but the camaraderie along the way. The ride is just as important and enjoyable as the destination. 

My view that never gets old...

I don't have a lot of deep, insightful things to say about this. Mostly, I'm trying to learn to sit back and enjoy the drive with my guide. I'm trying to notice the scenery a little more, to participate fully in the conversations along the way and to stop worrying so much about the destination. 

Maybe that idea will be meaningful to you, too. 

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10 Pros and Cons: Homeschooling

So, what do I think of homeschooling by now? Well.... just different stuff -- some of it nice and some not so much. 

Here are ten pros and cons in no particular order:

1. I love, love, love not having to be up and out of the house by 8:00. We still have a schedule and stick to it pretty strictly but being ready to start school at home at 9 is completely different then being up, dressed, breakfast eaten and out the door at 8.

I do miss coming back home to a quiet house and enjoying my breakfast alone. However, I get about an hour of alone time between Chris and Isaac leaving for work and the rest coming around for breakfast, so there is that. 

2. I do not miss packing five lunches every morning!

Obviously, everyone still has to eat lunch and sometimes I get weary of making sure there is food but generally there are enough leftovers to pull out and let people warm up. 

3. I LOVE not having to worry about getting out on snowy roads. 

There is no con for this one. 

4. I enjoy actively participating in my children's learning more than I thought I would. 

School at home has gone much, much better than I imagined it would. However, I know that going into it as "this is for this year" makes a huge difference. I am not a natural born teacher; I don't love learning like my husband does. Going into this thinking it's for one year helps me to not freak out as much about whether they're learning everything they should. Surely one year won't ruin them, or something like that. 

5. This might be too honest, but I absolutely love not being obligated to take part in all the ba-jillion school related activities and drama.

On the flip side, a bigger worry than my children getting a good education is what will happen to my children's social skills. It's hard enough to cultivate friendships sometimes and I worry that not being a part of school activities will make relationships next to impossible for them. Homeschooling can be rather lonely. 

6. I love watching my children be each other's best friends. Doing life together all day every day has forced them to iron out some wrinkles in the getting along department and provides so many opportunities to do things together. 

I get weary of having people in my space all the time. Sometimes I long for some silence to just breathe or an hour to mop the floor without anyone around. I am the kind of person who gets motivated to tackle projects and do lots of work when I am alone, so the past year has been a challenge and a learning curve. 

7. I love having some flexibility with our schedule. We don't do this a lot, but occasionally we have worked ahead a day in order to go away for a day. Other times we've hurried to get school work done so we can take an afternoon off or finished up school in the evening for the same reason. 

I miss not being tied down. I can still get away to do things on my own but it's more complicated than it used to be. I miss not being able to have a friend over during the day (which is silly, because I rarely did it but you know how it is).

8. This is related to #6 but I enjoy watching Jasmine interact as "teacher". I love hearing them randomly belting out songs downstairs in the middle of school time. I love listening to long discussions after supper about history lessons or the best way to teach things so that students want to learn. There was an hour long session a couple nights ago (while our food dried on our supper plates) that involved asking questions off of a history test Lillian had completed.

I get weary of juggling the roles of mother, teacher, mom-of-the-teacher, mom-of-the-student, and mom-of-the-classmate all at the same time. I'm also wife and wife-of-the-principal. Oh, and mother-of-the-graduated- student. It's fun. 

9. School at home is definitely easier on the finances. Think of all the $$ we are saving on gas this year without the drive to and from school twice a day! Not to mention not needing as many clothes and shoes and so forth that going to school requires. (Only, you might run into problems when you decide to go on a trip) The books were an initial investment but I can't say that I miss the monthly tuition bill. 

On the other hand, did you ever stop to think how much toilet paper and Kleenex your children use at school instead of at home? I feel like I am constantly buying the stuff. 

10. I love how many more Hank The Cowdog and Adventures In Odyssey stories I get to listen to in every spare minute. 

Just kidding. 

All in all, this year has been a different one but good for us in many ways. What will we do next year? Well, we shall see what we shall see, I suppose. This year has taught  me to never say never. 

Not A Tale Of A Turkey

 I confess: I really don't have anything of consequence to say but I kind of feel like saying stuff anyway. 

Just documenting 

the five minutes of sunshine

this week...

Actually, I've wracked my brain for a decent blog post topic. Alas and alack, there are no Turkey Stories to tell. Of course, I'm not wishing to wake up to the smell of a turkey that isn't there but, well, you know what I mean. I did have an order for the book, These Stones, the other day that had a connection to the famous turkey story. It seems the lady ordering a book has a sister who reads my blog and she shared the Turkey Story with her! That made me grin. 

I feel like I haven't written anything wise and intellectual for many days. What can I say? I just do not have it in me to address anything serious or weighty. I feel very, very un-wise. 

In 2019, our church read through the chronological Bible together. I stayed on track better with regularly reading the Bible that year than I ever have in my life. On January 1, I started listening to it again, using The Bible Recap. I am terrible at self discipline and I know it will be harder without knowing that lots of others are doing it with me, but I really want to try to stick with it. I also set some disciplines in place for social media. I'm scared to even say that out loud. 

The grey, grey days of winter have been threatening to take me out this week. Today I had big plans to take a photo every hour and share that as my blog post. It was an attempt to add some pep to my day but I fizzled out at 3:00.

We start every school morning at 9:00 sharp or soon thereafter. We meet downstairs and pray together and then Charles heads upstairs with me, while the girls work downstairs with Jasmine. Since Christmas they've been working on states and capitols together first thing and that's what the picture came from. The enthusiasm level looks so high I can hardly stand it. 

I suppose I should write about the pros and cons of homeschooling -- there are both, for sure. I always come back to the fact that it's not even really fair to say I'm a homeschool mom. Jasmine teaches the girls. If I had to do it alone there would just be one long list of cons, I can guarantee you that. 

After observing my puzzle mania, Chris bought me this one just before Christmas. I could hardly wait to start it, it's such a cute picture. But my goodness. That was the hardest puzzle I've done this winter! All that green and flowers was quite a challenge. I listened to The Robe on Libby a lot of the time I worked on it. I read that book years ago and loved it and the audio version was even better. Kind of sad I finished it. 

I've been listening through Jan Karon's Mitford series lately. I've always loved those books and they have a great reader. 

Yes, I have a very difficult life -- listening to audio books and doing puzzles! That's not all I do, believe it or not. But you're right, I do have an easy life. I won't bore you with coming up with ideas for the day's science lesson or figuring out how to get a child with a phenomenal memory to master math facts or my prayers for patience when the same child guesses at the big words when reading or the daily hope that there are enough leftovers in the fridge for lunch. 

I will stop rambling and leave you with this typical QOTD:

Charles, in the middle of a Math test -- "Mom, do you know what the three rings actually were in Hank The Cowdog and the Case of the Three Rings?" Ummm... yes, I actually do. But you're supposed to be doing a Math test!

Happy New Year

 Well, it's a New Year; the time when you reflect back and look ahead and wax eloquent. Frankly, I haven't been in the mood. 

I'm a little sick of hearing about 2020, to be honest. Everything I have to say about it will be a near carbon copy of something you've read somewhere else at least half a dozen times. If I'm even more honest, I would have to admit that I haven't really processed the year and I'm not sure that I want to. Even more honest-er? I've been avoiding it. There.

My life, for the past two years, has been a cycle of six months of super intense, uber stretching, mentally exhausting, emotionally depleting days and weeks, then six months of such peace and calm and ease that I hardly knew what to do with myself. I'm in the middle of a relatively calm cycle right now, and I just don't even want to go outside of it. I kind of feel like that's what 2020 has done to me -- it's shrunk my world smaller and smaller until I feel like I am a tiny little speck in the middle of my own, personal bubble and I just don't even have the energy to care!

I've heard lots of people talk about how 2020 has made them realize how important people and relationships are and how much they need them in their lives. I might be strange but I feel like 2020 has only made me realize how much easier life is when you don't have to deal with many people! I know, shocking. Terrible. We were made for relationships. People are the most important things in life.

I know, I know, I know.

I'm just being honest.

In my very most truthful moments, I have to admit to myself that this has been a horribly, horribly lonely year. I haven't been truthful very often lately. For an introvert who feels most of the time like she can get along fine without lots of interaction with people, a "normal" world usually provides enough obligatory interaction to give her a healthy dose of social life without needing to go looking for it. Throw her into a world where almost nothing is obligatory and she's going to be fine with it for a very long time. Except when she realizes that she's not. But then the effort she must put forth to go looking for it is almost more than she can force herself to go to and it is just easier to sit back and be fine. Because, after all, life is a lot easier when you don't have to deal with many people.

I know.

I need therapy and a sermon and probably a good kick in the hind quarters to boot. Sorry. This is my end of the year navel gazing and it's not very pretty. Like I said, I haven't processed the year; I don't have it all figured out and tied with a neat, tidy bow. 

There's been a lot of cheering about 2020 finally being over and being glad to tell it good bye and celebrating over a New Year. I get it. I confess that I feel more pessimism and near dread about a New Year than I do joy. News flash: 2021 is not going to magically be so different than 2020! I know. I need to learn how to play Pollynna's Glad game, too.

Contrary to what you might be thinking, I am not in as much of a funk as this sounds. We've just had a very lovely Christmas vacation -- several days spent with my family, after we thought it wouldn't be happening; long, slow days with no school and time to relax; puzzles, audio books, sleeping in, random naps. I am thankful, believe it or not, and life is good; very good. 

I could make a list of hard things this year -- it would be shorter than some of yours and longer than others. I could also make a list of gifts that this year has brought and it would be much the same. One thing that I know, is that God is the God of the big picture. Right now, I'm not sure that I understand how 2020 fits into His handiwork, but I know it belongs there. I also know that as I enter a new year, what He wants from me the most is daily faithfulness in doing the next right thing. I don't know what all of those next right things will be but I am confident He will be faithful to show me.

        * I barely took any pictures of our short trip to Arkansas, except an overload of the trumpeter swans we went to see. Aren't they just lovely?