
One friend shared what God has been teaching her about true greatness these past weeks. You could have heard a pin drop. She spoke for God.
Afterward many of the women spoke of what God has taught them over the years about teaching character and developing character in our children. Many of these women have years on me as a Mom and as a home educator and it was so good, so refreshing to hear their wisdom and perspectives.

One thing in particular that God spoke to me through one of the ladies was that we often carry this heavy load of all that we need to do as Mom's to develop character in our children, and true, that is one of our responsibilities. But often we carry the entire weight of this, when in fact a lot of it is not ours to carry. It is God's spirit that will work in our children's hearts and lives just as He has worked in each of our lives and continues to do.
We cannot be the Holy Spirit for our children. We can only teach them to listen, to be soft hearted, obedient, and willing to God's voice.

In the midst of all these conversations another mom gave us all hand massages with her essential oils, we snacked and the adoption, RAD, FAS talking began.
I heard homeschoolers get a bad rap from a pretty notable Christian speaker recently. It really turned my stomach. I don't mind people thinking we're different as a family or questioning the details of how home education works. Questions are how we all learn.

This man said that homeschooling is a breeding ground for legalism.
In the same breath he could easily point to prayer groups as a breeding ground for gossipers or the church for hypocrites. See, the thing is, you can point to any group and highlight it's lowest common denominator. It just isn't a fair way to work or a necessarily good assessment.
I wish he could have sat in with us the other night. Some of the most self-less people I know were there. Folks raising kids the foster system ruined, kids with brains literally poisoned by alcohol, kids that were abused as infants, AIDS orphans, kiddos that couldn't receive a hug or any other type of affection until they were four years old without having a seizure.
There wasn't a denim jumper or pair of long braids or a bun in the room (though right now I'm wishing for long hair to throw back in a braid!). If there had been, don't you think the love of their lives would have outshone their wardrobe choices? I do.










































