So, here we are. At home. Schooling. Put it together and that equals homeschooling. It's funny how I still can't believe God called me to this and that I obeyed. But it is seeming quite normal already. The first week it felt so strange. I'm enjoying the feeling of normalcy, even though and maybe especially because, we most definitely are not normal. I keep reminding myself that God does not desire that we be normal, but transformed and set apart. God doesn't care if people think we are homeschooling weirdos - He just wants us to respond to His call.
Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not saying my new way of life is easy. In fact, the past three weeks have been quite difficult. We are, for one thing, in a preschool break, so Miles and Ella have been our companions at home. It's been... challenging, to put it mildly. Start with one ADD but super sweet Elijah, add one apprently ADD and obviously patience-lacking momma, and mix in the two little crazies (who are either fighting over the computer, dressed up as a princess and a knight weilding swords in our school area, or needing any number of kinds of assistance) and you have slightly organized chaos. Thankfully, my little knight and "sister" (as he calls her when they play bad guys) will return to school three mornings a week just after Labor Day. I so adore them (really, I do!), but we need to share their love with their new teachers. And Elijah and I will really get to work then.
Our first week I spent telling God I thought He perhaps had had a lapse in judgement when He called me to this lifestyle. He reminded me that He has never had a lapse in judgement. So I grimaced, likely with my hand on my hip, and told Him "Oh, alright. But you could've called me to something easier." On our fourth school day, God gave me this Word from Isaiah 43:18-19:
The Lord says, "Forget what happened before,
and do not think about the past.
Look at the new thing I am going to do.
It is already happening. Don't you see it?"
This Word is what I'm holding on to right now. I am so thankful for such a specific Word. He was so good to share it with me, right when I need it. To be honest, I don't see it yet. But I do believe Him. He is already doing a new thing. And when my little boy is a big man I know I'll be able to see it. For now, I'll hold on to my sweet Word. My sweet promise. And I'll get up and teach more first grade in the morning. Addition stories, here we come!