A little side Job

I often  forget to talk about this side of my life. I have a friend and when I talk about my plate full she always reminds me, “Don’t forget, you have your job too.”

How do I forget this?

Maybe it starts with not really looking at it as a job. I talk to Moms and Dads. The kind that love their kids and sacrifice. The kind that know how to “Do Hard Things” and then take it that next step to push their offspring to follow suit. These parents inspire and encourage me. Often I find myself at my desk researching more, reading one more article, understanding one more detail about critical thinking, CLEP tests and  how to make it all work because I want to better serve these amazing, inspiring parents.

I’ve been doing this little side job since 2008.  It’s such a pleasure working with CollegePlus! and CollegePrep!. I play several roles in the community and I’m currently training for two new positions. It’s crazy in the most fun, energizing and creative way.

I wrote an ebook here recently. It explains the details of Dual Credit. It’s a hazy world this high school/college stuff and when you throw in the homeschool dynamic, well, it can make your head swim and palms sweat. My goal with this little book, put hearts & minds at ease. I want to thank all those who’ve read. I pray you have been encouraged and maybe some of mystery of academia has been lifted.

If you’d like to read please download a copy here.

If you have read I’d love to hear your comments. Like I said I’m always digging to know more and hearing what I’ve left unsaid or what inspired you is HUGE to my always learning brain.

My Boy’s Battle

He storms in. I recognize this anger. On too many occasions I’ve enveloped myself in it like a warm cape. I confine him and his garment to a chair in my office but the emotion must be released. He hits the chair, beats the floor and makes noises to draw me into his cloak of anger.

Not long ago I chose to go there with my children. Anger would build up inside while I tried to be

A patient I wasn’t,
Fought for a Calm I Didn’t Have.

Today was different. In a prayerful state I asked for guidance. I invested time and attention to navigate my way so I could help him work through his Heart of Anger.

He continued to throw venemous, sarcastic words at me.

Why, oh why is he so adept at this painful art at such a young age,
Is it because I led him there and now I must help him find his way out.

I took his place in the chair and pulled his young body onto my lap. I flipped past ink filled, tear stained pages of my anger journal to find a clean list of questions and we began the process of unraveling his sin.

His body’s hard and stiff in my arms and I beian to whisper truth into his ear.
Only seven, but he says to me,

“My sins are too many”

And he feels this way and I understand because how many times have I been brought to my knees with the same knowledge.

We read Righteous Anger vs. Sinful Anger and we read Romans 12 and he begins to sob. So cleanly aware of the messiness of his life and I get to pray with him. We ask for wisdom and listening ears so we can clearly hear the Holy Spirit’s guidance.

His body begins to soften. He takes the tissues used to wipe his tears and begins to stuff them in his mouth. The tender moment too much, it must be punctuated with laughter. I frame his precious face in my hands and we speak kind words to each other. I proclaim him a child of the King and he humbly and prayerfully asks for forgiveness.

And here in this little room my boy has fought a mighty battle and he has made his King proud.
God has been glorified .

Wisdom & Knowledge

It’s a full calendar work day of talking to families. It’s the best job ever-hearing their stories-their heart cries and dreams for their offspring. Some feel so lost and confused. Some have charts and lists and accolades. All speak of being ill equipped. All ask, 
Is it enough?
Have we done enough?
Have I given enough?
Should I buy a new curriculum for English Composition?

I help define the goals and and understand the passion but ultimately I tell them, 
This is just my perspective, from my experience but there is a reason 
God gave this child to you, and you know them,
and you need to make the final decisions.

Sometimes they are relieved and release a sigh like I have taken the world’s ideals off their shoulders.

Other times I get frustration. 
I can sense the desire to just be told what to do.

Why do we want someone to tell us?

Why is it so much easier to hand our God given rights as parents over to that ‘someone’ and follow their guidance when they barely know the child being led. 

Have we sold our children’s soul for a Bachelor’s Degree?

And the world puts its fingerprint on them from the moment they step foot in the still voluntary VPK and even those of us who choose to claim them
as children of the home
hit this haze of fog…

 What are Standardized Tests? 
And of course I need to know my child’s ranking against
10,000 other children their exact age.
The unique fingerprint of God is lost under clinical terms like ADHD, Dyslexia, Dysgraphia, Eye Mapping. The fingerprint of the home begins to morph into a duplicate of the world.

I want my children to love Knowledge and dine often at Wisdom’s Table.

Not because it will bring them honor or prestige. 
Not because they will get into the right titled university.
Not because it will make them scads of money as a such-and-such. 
But, strictly for the love of their God and a willingness to obey His commands.

Can there be any better calling?

As I have taken my eyes off the world’s ideal of perfection in education
I have found my own unique fingerprint return.
As we paint, search for beauty in the woods, learn the names of botanical things, create businesses, work hard with our strong bodies, build things, decorate things, laugh and love life
I realize I never new Knowledge could be such a delightful friend
and Wisdom such a wonderful dining companion.

My children clasp hands with me and we frolic with our friends and somehow learning has happened.

Folks meet them and ask me what is my method. 
I have perfected a pithy blurb
It has to do with Classical Education
but I eventually get to the gritty truth…
That I am all over the place. 
Because….I really am….We really are.

I have these 3 beautiful creatures, uniquely formed by the Master’s hand and I am on my knees regularly to understand His plan for them…. 

Asking how I can be the hands and feet to help accomplish it here. 
And on my knees I am finding my primary purpose…
To ignite a raving fire that burns long and hot for Him
To hold back the spitting, drizzle of the world that would put out the light in their eyes,
the passion, the zeal that speaks of their maker.
That makes them a shining beacon to all they meet. 

I am called to this amazing task and there is no ‘someone’ out there who can accomplish it better than I.
If they could I am certain God would have given my beautiful creatures to them.