Day ninety-eight living like campers; the children are stir crazy and mother has succumbed to exhaustion. Just kidding. Well, kidding about me succumbing to exhaustion. Our family moved this summer and it was a move into a place that is under construction. Change is hard in the best circumstances, but I’m glad to report that the biggest changes in our lives are not location and creative water sources, but changes in attitude, patience, and contentment.
We started this school year two weeks ago in the midst of un-organization, and so far, it’s actually going okay. I have always been very organized in our homeschool, and the year has begun with an incredible lack of planning. So we jumped in with both feet, and here we are two weeks later, and the kids are learning, despite my frantic paper-gathering and inter-library-loaning.
I’ve probably written on this before, and I’ll probably write about it forever, because the point is that as soon as I gaze admiringly at my neat little cascade of post-it notes marking the carefully planned lessons and pat myself on the back, and then there is an interruption in my school plans and they sink to the bottom of the outhouse hole like my daughter’s pocket knife, I’ll despair. But this year, when we get up for the day and. My kids ask what we’re doing for school today, and I tell them I’m not sure yet, I am thankful. Thankful that I have to surrender the school year to the Lord, and thankful that I am reminded that all those years that I did “have it all together”, He was still Lord over it.
Learning is not contingent on Mom’s administrative skills. Yes, we should work as unto the Lord, and put real effort into fascilitating a good school year, but give it always to God. Carry on.