Thomas the Tank Engine

We went to see Thomas and got there 45 min early so we could get a good seat. Got a good seat. We didn't buy any popcorn because we would have left without an arm and a leg. However, we did buy a small drink for $4 because the boys were really thirsty and the generous movie theatre wouldn't give us just an ice water with a lid and a straw--that we would have had to pay full price for (never mind the fact that you can't get refills anyway).

So we watched the Thomas movie and I had a really hard time staying awake. Really, no adult should have to sit through the torture of a Thomas movie. But at least the boys loved it. Afterward, we drove to Old Navy so I could look at maternity clothes. While we were in Old Navy, Job came down with a case of poopy diaper. But, alas! We had forgotten to bring the diaper bag with us and realized it too late. I said, "That's OK. There is a bag of extra diapers and wipes in the van for times like this." Mike said, "It's not there, I took it out last night." I said, "What?!"

So quickly I make my way to the front of the store to purchase my finds--two Old Navy maternity tops on sale for $1.97 each and one on sale for $6.99. We get out to the van and Job's upset that I'm going to buckle him in without first changing his poopy diaper. Sorry Job! Suffice it to say, we had a long and stinky ride home. And I won't forget to mention that it was raining and apparently no one works on Saturdays.

But at least I found shirts at Old Navy for only $1.97! I guess that made it all worth it.

A Classical Education

Why is it so hard to blog? Why is it so hard to do many things that I want to do, for example, write or how about sewing and making things? How about keeping up on my creative memories? How about working on projects around the house?

I know this is going to sound like an excuse but I happen to know that the reason I have a hard time doing these things is because of a profound lack of discipline in my life—a profound lack of discipline due to my parents’ failing to train me in this area. For those of you who know what I am talking about, you understand how great an influence your parents can have over you during the growing years, for better or for worse.

I have been reading up lately on a Classical education because it is what we intend to give our kids. And oh, oh, oh, how I was RIPPED OFF in my education!!!!!! My children are going to have an education 10, no 20 times better than the one I received and I am going to be faithful to train them and to discipline them! The tricky part is that I have to get the discipline down myself before I can train them. Lord help me!

A Classical Education conforms to the child's levels of development in learning and is comprised of the Trivium which consists of three stages: the Grammar stage, the Logic stage, and the Rhetoric Stage. During the Grammar stage, age 5-10, the student is learning everything he/she can, accumulating facts and stockpiling as much information as they can in their brain. During the Logic stage, age 11-13, the student is being taught the art of logic and reasoning in argumentation. He/she is learning to question everything they have previously learned and to logically argue the facts. During the Rhetoric stage, age 14-18, the student is being led to judge information and express properly that which they have already learned and come to understand.

The goal of a Classical Education is to equip the student with the tools that will ultimately allow him/her to be liberated from the confines of a taskmaster (teacher) so that he/she may be able to teach themselves and logically think and reason for themselves. Our current public education does nothing of the sort. Outcome based education is designed to forever keep the student bound to tasks. The student never learns to think for himself but rather, is programmed to believe this world’s beliefs on feminism, socialism, humanism, religion, origin, etc. Our education consists of the Grammar stage. We are forever learning facts and compiling information but we are never taught to assimilate this information and logically examine it. Let me offer some proof…

According to the Classical Education set up, the student is supposed to learn to argue logically and reason at the age of 11-13. I did not take my first Logic course until I was a sophomore in college!! And some people never take a Logic course at all! So, so sad.

So, I do not know where else I want to go with this little blurb except to say what I have already said. My children are going to get a far better education than I did. First, they will be trained in Knowledge (Grammar). Then they will be taught to think and they will gain Understanding (Logic). And finally, when they learn to apply practically all they have been given, they will find Wisdom (Rhetoric). AMEN!

Religious Groups in Politics

Well now, I have some time to kill so...let's discuss a bumper sticker I saw when I was driving this morning. The bumper sticker said (something like this): Religious groups should stay out of politics or be taxed.

Can we dwell on how completely illogical this statement is for just one little second?

First of all, I am a Christian and I belong to a religious group and I already PAY TAXES! Yes, that's right, all the money given to churches has already BEEN TAXED! Thank you VERY MUCH. So now you want to take my Tithe and make me pay taxes on that too? Guess what? I already paid taxes on it! DUH!

Secondly, every single person who is involved in politics has religious beliefs of some sort (whether they believe in God, a god, or no god at all) and those beliefs effect all of their views, including their political ones, and every time they take a political stand they are pro-actively promoting THEIR beliefs. Ok, I just have to say it again: DUH!!!!!!!!!!!

If religious groups should stay out of politics then NO ONE, I repeat, NO ONE can be involved in politics at all.

The end. And if anyone thinks of any other good reasons why that bumper sticker is the most illogical (and stupid) bumper sticker on the planet, please feel free to add it to the comment section below. Thank you and have a nice day!

The Death of my Grandpa

My grandfather passed away at 4 am yesterday morning. His name is Loward Denny Sparks. People called him “L.D.” for short. He was a very tall man, probably 6’4”, weighed 268 lbs. and he had heart problems. He has had open heart surgery in the past among other procedures. For anyone who went to my wedding, he was the one wearing a suit along with a cowboy hat and boots. Everyone wanted to know who he was. That is the type of presence he had in the room.

He started going down hill this past week and refused to be treated. My dad and uncle flew out to be with him on Friday. My uncle has shared the gospel with my grandfather and again, this weekend, reiterated the message of the cross. We hope that his conversion was real but as with any person accepting Jesus right before they die, it’s simply hard to say.

My grandpa’s wishes were that his body be cremated and his remains scattered into the Mississippi River. There will be no grave. When I heard this news, I broke down. You see, I was not very close to my grandfather and I hardly ever saw him but once a year since he lives half-way across the country. When he died yesterday morning, I had a hard time processing it. “Really,” I thought, “My grandpa is really dead?” To me he is still that grandpa who lives in that state so far away. It doesn’t seem as if he is dead.

The last time I saw him was, well, I can’t even remember. According to my uncle, it has been at least two years. And now I will never see him again. The truth is I am more than a little upset that my dad is going to cremate my grandpa.

There is a certain closure that comes from seeing your deceased love one in a casket prepared for burial. And when they are lowered into their final resting place, you know that you can go and visit them anytime you want. Will you go visit their tombstone? Maybe, maybe not. But if you decide you want to bring flowers to set on their grave in honor of their memory, at least you get the option.

My grandfather’s wishes may have been to be cremated. And I’m sure my dad thinks he is doing the right thing to honor those wishes. However, my grandfather is dead! He doesn’t have to deal with his death anymore! We, his family on the other hand, do have to deal with his death. And we will have to continue dealing in the many months and even years to come.

Where are we supposed to go visit my grandpa? At the Mississippi river?! And where will he be? The truth is he’ll be no where. His body will have ceased to exist on this earth.

Children of a Living God

Sometimes I ask God, “Why do You love me?” I ask Him this because it blows my mind that a perfect, holy, sovereign Person could love someone like me. I am selfish, an idolater, a hypocrite. I lie. I am a murderer, a respecter of persons, an adulterer. What did Jesus say? If I have broken the law in just one point, I have transgressed the entire law. And it is so true. I am inefficient, absent-minded, and undisciplined. Forget undisciplined—I am just downright lazy. I am arrogant, stuck-up, prideful, conceited. I am defensive, quick to become angry, and slow to admit when I am wrong. I am hateful and a murmurer. I am all these things and more and yet, He loves me. WHY?!

And He asked me, “Why do you love your children?” Mmm. Talk about a lynchpin. God loves me because I am His child. In fact, He loves me even more than I could love my own children because His love is perfect. Though my children make mistakes and though, at times, they are rebellious to my authority, I still love them. Though sometimes my children upset me and say things that hurt and disappoint me, I still love them. When my children make bad decisions (and, let’s face it, sometimes they screw up royally), yet I love them. They are mine. Their very mannerisms and quirks reflect me. Their DNA is laced with my own. They are a part of me; I cannot disavow them. To do so would be to reject a part of myself. It is the same with God. We are a part of Him. He has made us in His own image! We reflect Him, the Sovereign God of the universe! Can I just say, HALLELUJAH!

Before my children were born, before they were even conceived in my womb, I looked forward to their birth. I anticipated their existence. I couldn’t wait to have children. Before my kids were, I loved them. It is the same with God and us. Before we ever existed in our mother’s womb, He loved us. He looked forward to our arrival. He couldn’t wait to create us, His children. The bible even says that before He formed us in the womb, He knew us (Jeremiah 1:5).

What would I do for my children? Almost anything I would do for my children I can parallel with that which God, our Father, would do (and does) for us. I teach my children and discipline them when they go astray. I nurture my children; I make sure they eat properly. I keep my children clean and clothed. I don’t buy my children everything they want because I know it is not good for them to have all that they want; however, occasionally, when I know there is something that they would really like to have, I give it to them. I give it to them because it blesses my heart to see them happy. I want my children to be happy. When my children are sick, I nurse them back to health. Whenever my children are in pain, I am in pain. I would gladly take their pain unto my self and bear it for them—gladly. I would even die for them. So great is my love for my children. And so great is God’s love for us. He does all these things for us and more.

We are greatly blessed with God as our Father. A better father cannot be found anywhere, not even in the imagination. Paralleling my relationship to my children with God’s relationship to His children gives a whole knew meaning to the verse, “We love because He first loved us.” 1 John 4:19

The Adventures of Wormwartt cont...

Wormwartt pounded his fist into the side of the tall black book shelf that lined Mike’s office and slid down to sit in the corner that it formed with the wall. His face contorted in sullen anger, he mulled over the consequences the skinny twirp should suffer for the blow he had previously inflicted. It being the lunch-hour, Wormwartt had plenty of time to think it over. After all, Mike was off eating lunch with that other chump, David. Wormwartt scowled at the thought. He could not stand David! He was just as bad as Mike—just as sickeningly nice and clean and well-kept (gag him)! That’s OK. At least he was in the other room—most of the time.

What to do to Mike…hmm. He could do the usual moving around of items on Mike’s desk to make him think that someone had come into his office, but no (sigh)—that just didn’t seem mean enough. Hmm. Wormwartt, starting to get bored of all this thinking, began to chip away at some paint that was peeling just behind the book shelf. His scaly fingernails dug into the paint and dug and dug.

Slowly, an evil grin began to spread across Wormwartt’s face. He started digging faster and faster. Finally he stopped when the hole was just the perfect size. Wormwartt stood back to admire his work and crossed his arms in satisfaction. Now all he had to do was find some mice…

The Perils of Winter are not over

Well, our house is, once again, under the cover of sickness. I have a sore throat, cough, and both my ears ache. Logan has a cough and Job has a cold. When, oh when, is it going to end? Mike also has a cold but he and Job aren't as bad as the rest of us...yet. I say this because I have had this thing for 10 days and it took a turn for the worse last night.

So, what it all comes down to is that once again we must skip church and be cooped up inside and not be able to go anywhere. It's like being jailed or something and to be quite honest, I hate it. Hate it, hate it, HATE IT. I guess I really shouldn't be complaining. It could always be worse. I could be really sick and so could the boys. Well, gotta go. If I'm going to be stuck inside my house all day and all weekend, it is at least going to be a clean house!

River Phoenix

I was on Facebook today and stumbled upon a group entitled “You know you grew up in the 90’s if…” or something like that. One of the “ifs” was you remember when River Phoenix, Tu Pac, and Selena died. Well, I grew up in the 90’s and I don’t remember when any of them died. However, I have heard of River Phoenix before and his name caught my eye. So I googled his name.

His story is a sad one for sure. He was the oldest of five children. Joaquin Phoenix, who played the evil Caesar in “Gladiator,” is his younger brother. River’s parents were involved in a cult called Children of God: The Family. It is rumored that for a time, the group promoted sexual conduct between adults and children. It is also supposed, based on brief comments made by River Phoenix, that he was sexually abused when he was a child and most likely by a person belonging to this cult. Now, please keep in mind, that everything I am telling you here is based on what I have read off the internet and of course, could all be not true. However, I believe it is true and I will tell you why.

River Phoenix led a pretty clean life up until the point where he overdosed on drugs at the age of 23, I believe it was. Family and friends began to notice changes in Phoenix. I don’t remember what the website said those were, but it seemed to indicate that they were for the worse. Phoenix had always been a humble sort of person and reserved and deeply devoted to such things as saving the rainforest. Not long after his conservative countenance changed found him doing drugs in the bathroom of Johnny Depp’s nightclub called The Viper. He was in the bathroom with other drug users and drug dealers and his overdose was due to an intake of multiple drugs including heroin, cocaine and methamphetamines.

As I read this man’s biography, a feeling of depression and dark gloom settled over me. What happened to River Phoenix was a tragedy for sure and one of the darkest kinds. This young man was most likely abused when he was but a young child. This affected him in such a way as left great cracks in his healthy human heart. No human being could respond well to such abuse—it is the flaw of our flesh. Someone, involved in a cult (that very much resembles fundamental Christianity), by sexually abusing a young child put a major stumbling block in his path. What’s that verse? “But whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in Me to stumble, it is better for him that a heavy millstone be hung around his neck, and that he be drowned in the depth of the sea.” Matthew 18:6

This sexual abuse left deep cracks in the heart of this young man that may not have been readily seen due to his “squeaky clean” rep; however, his demise reflects the gross emptiness inside. And I can assure you (and would even be willing to bet money) that demonic forces were at work in the belly of Johnny Depp’s club that night. I could easily picture the numerous demons whispering into Mr. Phoenix’s ears through the tongues of drug dealers and his own thoughts rooting him on toward death. The heart of God was grieved deeply that night as one of His creation was lost to the spiritual forces darkness.

Now you may think that I am being wildly exuberant and overly liberal in my rendition of what happened to this young man. While all my facts may not be entirely accurate as it is hard to know for sure if the information that online websites present is as such, it does not matter. There was a deep hurting in the heart of River Phoenix and God Himself will see to it that justice is paid to the one who caused it. “Woe to the world because of its stumbling blocks! For it is inevitable that stumbling blocks come; but woe to that man through whom the stumbling block comes!” Matthew 18:7

Running and Getting up early

I have to get up early in order to run before my husband leaves for work in the morning. Well, lately I’ve been praying for the Lord to help me get up early because it is really hard to get up at 6am to go running. God is so good! He has been helping me wake up (even if I don’t always get up) and this morning He woke me up extra early around 5:15am. When I woke up, I didn’t feel tired at all! It was awesome! So I laid there and talked to God (and fell in and out of sleep twice) until 5:45am.

Then a strange thing happened. Right after I got out of bed Mike says to me, “Don’t run the same route you always take.” I ask him, “What do you mean?” He replies with added emphasis, “Don’t go the same way you always do.” I’m thinking, “Is he awake?” But I couldn’t tell. Then it hit me that this could be from the Lord. It has crossed my mind a few times in the past weeks that it might not be the safest thing to go running in the dark at 6:00 in the morning.

So I get dressed and start warming up and all the while I’m thinking, “Lord, do you not want me to run the same route I normally take?” I wasn’t particularly thrilled about the notion because I had a route already mapped out that was exactly one mile and it was easy for me to measure how far I was running. Then I remembered a dream I had that night. In the dream, I was walking through the Shop ‘n Save parking lot at night when a man attacked me. That pretty much did it for me. I decided to run a different route altogether in the subdivision next to mine. I always run with a flashlight so I can see my watch and so cars can see me. About eight minutes into my run, the batteries went dead.

I didn’t “feel” like I was in danger to run the same route I usually took. I thought that I was probably being paranoid and the Lord wasn’t telling me to run a different route. But I decided that it is better to be safe than sorry so I took into counsel the dream and I heeded Mike’s advice. Right now I am safe and sound back at home and just maybe the Lord saved my life today. Maybe I could have been attacked or kidnapped. Maybe I was going to be hit by a car. I guess I’ll never truly know. However, I really liked my new route! I think I might keep it and alternate routes. God is so good!

The Word of God

Occasionally, during my quiet times, I will hug and even give my Bible a kiss. I know that probably sounds odd; however, at times, the swell of affection inside my heart is so great toward the Word of God and God Himself, that this is the way I feel compelled to express it.

Sometimes reading God’s word is wonderful! It is literally thirst quenching—like taking a drink of ice water on a hot day. Sometimes reading His word is like wrapping oneself in a blanket—peacefully safe and secure. Sometimes when we open the word the verses jump of the page piercing like knives and we just want to cry. And sometimes we read God’s word and we are bored and distracted. Sometimes we read His word and we don’t feel much of anything.

Regardless of our experiences in the Word, there is one thing I know for certain. His Scripture is just as powerful in the times we don’t feel anything as it is when we experience its sharp double-edged sword. God’s power is not limited by the way we feel. We are still being taught even if we are bored or walk away feeling like we didn’t learn anything. His precepts reach down to the inmost parts of our soul even when we think we feel nothing.

This is why we must be faithful to persevere in dry and difficult times and stay in His Word! Because through the Holy Scripture, His Truth does things for us that we don’t even know! In His Word is our life saving subsistence. Without God’s nourishment and care, we die slowly—becoming shriveled, sickly, and weak. We are pale and fading without Him, the Giver and Source of all life.

Here's a little melodrama for ya. :-)

Sometimes, late at night, I can get a little, well, let’s just say melodramatic. I start thinking about things. I start wondering about…life. When is it all going to end? We know that Christ is coming back. The last biblical prophecy that was fulfilled occurred a very long time ago. Jesus and the apostles spoke of the end of the age and that it was “near.”

Near. Hmpf! What does that mean, anyway? That was 2,000 years ago! Now, a thousand years might equal one day to the Lord but in my book, 2,000 years is a very long time and it doesn’t even come remotely close to constituting the definition of the word “near.”

Our church had a prayer service tonight. It was very good even though my heart was indifferent to most of it. I found myself saying, “Andrea! You WILL worship the Lord whether you feel like it or not. It’s not about you! It’s all about Him!” And when a woman began to wail at the foot of His altar like I have never heard someone wail, I was completely caught off guard and questioned, “Lord, is this from you? Is this one of those times where You are moving in someone’s heart and mind or is this one of those times when someone is getting a little too carried away?” And how do I tell the difference? Hmm. Maybe I’m just not spiritually old enough yet. Yes? No? Maybe I just wasn’t walking in the Spirit. Maybe You chose to put a cover over my eyes. Do I get to know?

And apparently someone else spoke in tongues. But did I hear it? Nooooooo! Of course not! Why in the world would I hear something like that? I wonder what it is like to speak in tongues. I don’t think I ever will receive the privilege of knowing, mostly because it takes me long enough just to work up the courage to pray in such large public gatherings much less speak a foreign tongue. And sometimes I don’t work up the courage to do that because I “think” the Lord “might” be telling me to but I’m just not really that sure. I’ll tell you what, sometimes it is exhausting to be so…unsure. And of course, when I do finally work up the nerve, my heart starts pounding and I feel very nervous and then I forget half the things I wanted to pray anyway. Doesn’t sound like something from the Lord, does it?

So, back to the beginning. Where are we in the whole grand scheme of things? Are we 50% of the way there—to Christ’s return that is? Maybe we are only 25% of the way there. Maybe 75%. Or maybe He’s coming back tomorrow. I have had several end time dreams. Isn’t there a verse about old men seeing visions and sons and daughters prophesying? I thought there was something in there about dreaming dreams too. I’ve also experienced very weird sensations. Like, I get this feeling that something big is about to happen. The last time I got this feeling, a few weeks later my life changed radically in just three days. Like, we are talking radical explosive change. This morning, I had a similar feeling, only the feeling wasn’t that something big was about to happen. The feeling was that something big was happening right then. I turned and gazed out the window. Something was happening. I’m sure of it. But then again, things happen all the time don’t they? So what was I sensing…or was it my imagination getting the better of me?

And if I am sensing something, so what? What does that mean? I didn’t know what I was sensing. What is the point of sensing something you know nothing about? I mean, one can hardly pray for such a matter much less do anything about it.
Yeah, so that pretty much sums up how I have been feeling today. Like I said, melodramatic. This working out your salvation in Christ stuff is hard! I know His grace is sufficient. It’s not His grace I question. It’s my response to that grace

The Adventures of Wormwartt

I would like to introduce you to a rather detestable little creature named Wormwartt. You’ll please forgive his name for anything less might fail to attest to the ugly, evil little troll that he is. And he is just that—a troll. This troll, for the want of an appealing home (if you can appealing call wallowing in the mires of a stench-filled waste land where black, bubbling tar pits litter the sad and loathsome ground) has taken up his sorry residence in the unsuspecting and completely undesirable office of one Mike Bond.

Wormwartt usually sleeps in small corners in Mike’s desk. But he spends the majority of his time running around the office wreaking havoc in any annoying way he can. You see, Wormwartt resents his forced residing in the dwelling of one who is so much larger, cleaner, and disgracefully more organized than he that, seething with unintelligible disgust and animosity, it has become his mission in life to conquer and destroy the innocent and (horribly) wonderful Mike Bond.

Wormwartt has already accomplished numerous misgivings on this account. He has successfully kindled the great Dr. Vaughan’s anger toward the young office administrator by deviously erasing important messages that proved key to certain appointments to be kept and letters to be sent. One time Wormwartt shredded valuable evidence in the likes of check stubs needed to prove valid payment that, most unfortunately for Mike, were left lying on his desk. It’s a sad, sad venture for sure but alas! There is some unfairness in all this. One time Wormwartt was in the midst of attempting to physically attack Mike from under the desk when the young office administrator swung around in his chair and caught the ugly little troll by surprise with his shoe. The blow, landing right on Wormwartt’s chinny-chin, sent him flying back smack into the wall of Mike’s desk. Wormwartt lost a tooth in the incident but not to worry, he picked it up and jammed it right back into his rotting gum beside the three other stubs he calls teeth. And, wiping a spatter of green blood from his chin, he furiously shook his fist, “You’ll pay for this, Mike Bond!”

Thus begins the adventures of Wormwartt…stay tuned!

The Monday Blues

Some Mondays I wake up depressed and I just don’t want to get out of bed. Today is one of those days. I don’t know what it is! There is some reason rattling around back in the subconscious of my mind but it has not been made clear to me. All I know is that I don’t want to work, I don’t want to deal with my children, and I just don’t want to face life today.

I guess it doesn’t help that the weather is so drab. If it was bright and sunny and warm, I might not feel so depressed. We could go outside and play and burn off some of this energy from being cooped up inside all day, every day!

Unfortunately on days such as this, I tend to sleep in and not get much work done. Then I feel guilty because I was lazy and not diligent with my time. And that adds to the depression. But then I remind myself that everyone has bad days. Just because I have a bad day does not mean I am a failure. And God is good! It generally only lasts for one day.

But it is hard to grasp a hold of the hope that is His abundant life on days such as these. Depression is like a black hole that sucks all light and joy into it. This is when it becomes imperative for the soul to win out over the flesh. My flesh is weak and will be sucked into that black hole every single time. My soul is strong because of the strength of the Holy Spirit which indwells it. God indwells me! And by His strength and grace alone, I make it through days such as these. Indeed, it is by His grace that I make it through any day but these days get an “especially” put before them!

Praise be to my God and Father for His strength, grace, goodness and the lavishly luxuriant amount of love which He pours over me!

Wrinkles--Bring Them On!

There are women who get “checked out” by men and there are women who don’t. I happen to be one of those women who do. And I won’t pretend that I don’t notice. The other day I was out to lunch with my dad and it was a buffet. On my way to the buffet, this good-looking, probably 30 year old guy was checking me out and making eye contact. When this happens, depending on my mood, I either smile politely or just ignore them altogether. I think this time I ignored him altogether. And he probably lost interest when I later walked by with my four year old. And I felt a swelling sense of pride as I did this, glad to have a defense of some sort.

But this little incident brought a wonderful thought to my mind. One day men will not “check” me out anymore. I will be old and wrinkly and bent over, walking with a cane and I won’t have to suffer the unwelcome gaze of men who aren’t my husband. And I just want to say that the day that happens I will jump for joy! Well, as much as an old lady possibly can. Beauty is fleeting but a woman who fears the Lord, SHE is to be praised. Hallelujah!

I am not afraid of wrinkles! Bring them on! With each wrinkle I am that much closer to meeting my Savior in heaven! AND I CAN’T WAIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A Home School Myth

You might think this is going to be about how great home schooling is compared to public schooling but it’s not. Instead I am going to talk about a home schooling myth that I personally have been believing. The myth is this: in order to be a good home schooling mom, my children must know how to count to 20 by age three and know all their ABC’s and they must be reading full sentences by age four. They have to have the Pledge of Allegiance and the Declaration of Independence memorized by age five. I must have several hours of schooling planned out for my preschoolers each day and have a disciplined schedule. We have to do things like plant a garden together, draw maps of our neighborhood, dress up like Vikings and go on a canoe trip, go to the park, break out our magnifying glasses and have a detailed science lesson on ants. And if they spend any more than 30 minutes a day, two or three times a week, watching TV, then I have failed miserably.

I was starting to get intimidated and, let me add, very discouraged because I was hearing how great other people’s kids were doing. “So-and-so’s child can read very well and she’s only four years old! Suzy Q’s three year old can count to 30! Jane’s two year old is playing the drums”…and so on and so forth. Then I talked to a very good friend of mine who is much older and wiser than I (thank God for such blessed people!). She told me that many moms get caught up in that home schooling “competitive” spirit. And all her life she has always heard about how so-and-so skipped 1st and 2nd grade and went straight to 3rd and this teenager over here is a Sophomore and she’s taking college courses and this 9th grader over here took the ACT and got a 32 and on and on and on and on.

“Andrea,” she said to me, “Don’t get caught up in it!” She said that each family is different and each mom has different gifts and areas where she excels. Some moms are very gifted when it comes to home schooling and others aren’t. The important thing is not that our children are the smartest and most educated people around but that they grow up to be people of character who love the Lord. The reason we home school is not that our children are educated quantitatively but that they are given quality education that fosters their relationship with the Lord and teaches His values.

With home schooling, my children aren’t going to be teased and laughed at and made fun of. With home schooling, my children won’t be subjected to unbelieving teachers pushing their own agendas. With home schooling, my children are not going to be taught that evolution, feminism, secularism, humanism, emotionalism, environmentalism and all the other “isms” are true. Rather, with home schooling, I am in control of the teachings my children receive and I set the priorities! With home schooling, I can provide a loving and nurturing learning environment where my children can flourish with out the negative influences of “mean” peers. I control who they play with. I decide what curriculum. Lastly, and most importantly, I foster their relationship with God and do my utmost to instill in their little hearts a passion and a zeal for Him. Hallelujah!

And I may not be “Supermom.” I may not be able to do all the things I hear other moms doing. My little one may not grow up to be Einstein. But that is not my goal. My goal is children of character who love the Lord. My children are going to be home schooled because they are going to be the better for it. Period. The Bible tells us not to compare ourselves with ourselves. Thus, my attempt to keep up with the Jones’ is ending right now! As long as I am on the same page with my husband and we are doing what is pleasing in the sight of the Lord, that is all that matters. Amen!