a place of springs

A signature!! We are on our way to court!

Blessed are those whose strength is in You;
in whose heart are the highways to Zion.
As they go through the Valley of Baca [weeping]
they make it a place of springs;
the early rain also covers it with pools.
They go from strength to strength;
each one appears before God in Zion.
 – Psalm 84:5-7


But it’s not over yet – now we’re praying for a great judge, great favor, and a court date before July 15th. All of the families working with our attorney at this stage made it through, and we are hoping for an amazing reunion in Sofia.


So the nesting begins in earnest…but we school year-round, so it’s not all scrubbing and painting around here.


I’m reading For the Children’s Sake (again) by Susan Schaeffer Macaulay. I love, love, love this book…the first time I read it, I was the parent of a preschooler and a baby (I think?) so it’s very fresh as I read it again as a parent of (almost) six kids: ages 11, 8, 6…6…6…and 2.

Schooling year-round for us means that we do “lessons” (math, handwriting, sit-down-at-the-table-and-get-your-work-done stuff) about three times a week. Sometimes more, sometimes less. It’s just life, it’s just natural, and it works for us…

…and when I say “preschooler,” I don’t mean the kind of preschool where you send your kids off to some institution (however nice it may be) and have other people (however nice they may be) do the job of teaching your child in their earliest, most responsive moments so you can have a break and get your nails done or clean the house or go out for coffee. As nice as those things are (though I wouldn’t know about the nail thing), they are a poor consolation prize compared to losing the joy of watching your kids grow and learn and love the world around them.

Children are not accessories to fit into our fashionable moments and then hand off to “professionals” for what really amounts to child care. And don’t even mention that whole socialization thing, because both sides know that’s a bunch of bull guano, and I’ve already addressed it here, anyway.

We look at the events of today in politics and recently across the nation (and here, and here, and, oh yeah, here) and we wonder how we got here…and I know I have sounded like a broken record all week, but I’ll keep saying it: we’ve had several generations of inferior, poor, or just plain bad “education” in our schools, and a cultural norm of sending our children off to be taught values by people we don’t even know and a government that does not hold our trust. Give that enough time, and suddenly we’ve elected a village idiot from Kenya who has allowed our Constitution to be thrown under his campaign bus.

Shall we place the back of our hand to our forehead and cry, “It’s only going to get worse!” or will we stand up and educate our children and ourselves and let the mop up operation commence?

We will pray. We will use our words wisely because they are powerful and effective weapons. We will bless and not curse (well, except for that village idiot remark, which I can’t bring myself to retract) and we will change history for the better. We will educate a generation of children to understand how their country was founded and why it was founded that way, and teach them what a truly extraordinary country it is. We will raise a generation of excellence who will never allow a dictator to expect them to bow to him.

We will go from strength to strength. We will go through this valley of Ba(ra)c(k)a, but we will make it a place of springs. Our children deserve better than this, and, by God, they’re going to get it.


a place of springs — 4 Comments

  1. Yeah! praying you get in before the 15th!!
    We also homeschool year round as a way of life. Our kids continue this well into their 20s as life is constant learning. I love it, it’s a great habit for them, one I wish I had developed!

  2. Wonderful news about the adoption papers. Praying with you for great judge, great favor, and great court date. Hooray for “schooling” year round. We do this a little ourselves. Learning IS a way of life and should never be confined to a desk, a pencil and a notebook. Thanks for the encouraging words.