I was a teacher before I had children. I taught the grades that my girls are in right now. But as soon as I held my brand new firstborn in my arms, I knew my days of teaching were over. I had the ability and privilege to choose whether I worked or stayed home, and there was no question that I was staying home. But these two girls of mine have grown, and now I’m driving them to school each day. It’s a great school, I mean a really great school. A school that is committed, and I believe even anointed, to grow children in the image of their Father in heaven. The staff meets daily to pray for the day, to pray for the children, to pray for His glory to be seen. It’s a great place, and our family has been blessed to have been a part of it.
But I can’t ignore what I know I’m being called to any longer. I’ve tried for a year now. I ask myself, “How can this be?” Our girls are happy. This school makes sense. They are being challenged and loved everyday. Everything is fitting nicely into a perfectly wrapped box. Why open it and tear the paper when the package looks so pretty? Things are working systematically fine just the way they are. Except. Except the Lord is telling me to rip open my pretty box and see that there is something else He has for us. There is something else inside that is even greater than the pretty package I’m looking at each day when I drop my kids off at school.
Even though I’m still in shock at what we are about to do, I totally trust and believe that His plan is better than mine. So though it’s shaking me up in every way possible on the outside, I have total peace on the inside about our decision. Last week I turned in my “non re-enrollment form” for school next year. We have decided to home school our girls. We really believe this is God’s desire and will for us, and so it will be our great delight to be obedient. And in the brilliant words of my husband “Worse case scenario, we learn that we are complete idiots and totally incapable of teaching the girls, and we beg the school to take us back next year”. I so love that man.
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(photo credit of my girls: Rachel at Millie Holloman Photography)