I have wanted to have a coming home story of my own for a while now. When Craig and I first married, before kids, before moving 14 times, I would have never dreamed I wanted to be a stay at home mom....and home school - eekk! Never! I mean, come on, I'm from Port Neches. We bleed purple. Our kids are in football and twirl and all that jazz. It's funny how God changes your heart.
I have been jealous of others that have come home to their families and been able to teach their children in a Christ centered atmosphere. I called it righteous jealously, as if that makes it any better. And for the time being....I am still praying for that day. But for now, we are taking what we have and making it work for our family. Which brings me to our collaborative home schooling. A little with Dad during the day while Mom is at work, a little with Mom in the afternoon when Dad has to work, and some all together as a family. Not what I had in mind all this time of praying, but God has reminded me that my ultimate goal was always to give our children an education, and more importantly, a relationship with us and their Heavenly Father.
This week, while agonizing over curriculum and trying to organize a schedule of who will do what when....I was consistently reminded of a verse that means a great deal to me. God brought this verse to my life when I felt him calling me to his ministry. To serve Him. Little did I know then, there are a lot more ways to serve then packing a bag and heading out west.
"For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, declares the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts."
Isaiah 55: 8-9 ESV
