Wrapping Up Year 1

We’re just a couple of days away from starting year two of homeschooling and I’m getting excited. I must admit that I’ve enjoyed our break but I am ready to get back to it. We do school year round, six weeks on and one week off. We do three of those, have a two week wrap-up/review, and then have a three week break. Forty weeks in all. We schedule the longer breaks to fall at Christmas and then one for summer at the end of June. Seems to work pretty well.

I was ready for the break at the end of the year but I was also dreading it. We live in a state that requires yearly testing and I wasn’t looking forward to it. I like to say that the tests don’t matter. I’ve read all of the stuff about testing not really being a good way to judge learning, narration trumps it every time. Plus, I can just watch my son learning, I can see him picking up the information and then start to use it. I’ve seen him grow immensely over the past year, seen him start to enjoy learning in ways that he didn’t used to. I know homeschool is working.

But I also know that most of society sees homeschool as some aberration. We’ve been lucky and most of the people that we’ve told about homeschooling have been kind about it. Some have even commented that my son is very lucky to have parents who would put in that much work for him. But I know that isn’t the majority opinion. I’ve read a lot of things online. Many think of homeschoolers as fanatics. Some think we are doing our children a disservice. A few even go so far as to call homeschooling abuse. These are the same people who have bought into the system that I homeschool to get away from. And they believe in the standardized test. Continue reading

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Picture of Rest

Waterfall

 

This was from my devotion this morning. I found it uplifting, maybe you will too.

John 14:25-27 “These things I have spoken to you while being present with you. But the Helper, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in My name, He will teach you all things, and bring to your remembrance all things that I said to you. Peace I leave with you, My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.

Two painters each painted a picture to illustrate his conception of rest. The first chose for his scene a still, lone lake among the far-off mountains.

The second threw on his canvas a thundering waterfall, with a fragile birch tree bending over the foam; and at the fork of the branch, almost wet with the cataract’s spray, sat a robin on its nest.

The first was only stagnation; the last was rest.

Christ’s life outwardly was one of the most troubled lives that ever lived: tempest and tumult, tumult and tempest, the waves breaking over it all the time until the worn body was laid in the grave. But the inner life was a sea of glass. The great calm was always there.

At any moment you might have gone to Him and found rest. And even when the human bloodhounds were dogging Him in the streets of Jerusalem, He turned to His disciples and offered them, as a last legacy, “My peace.”

Rest is not a hallowed feeling that comes over us in church; it is the repose of a heart set deep in God. —Drummond