Why Change is Good

Eagerly we await the changing seasons like a child expectant to be set free to play. There is so much anticipation of the familiar in the crispness of fall and its deciduous way. There is beauty in seeing the necessary things die away only to be resurrected to new life in the coming spring. Thoughts. Attitude. Speech. Habits. These besetting sins must be put to death if we are in fact to walk by the Spirit.

I can remember my first fall- my first REAL fall. Growing up in South Florida never offered me an opportunity to see the varying hues in God’s colorful palette of reds, oranges and yellows. I was in my twenties in Louisville, KY when I experienced my first fall, and to say it took my breath away would be an understatement. On Sundays, I would drive down Lexington Road where the oaks and maples would arch letting the sun’s rays peak through in golden light. It was an aspect of God’s creativity that I had never seen before.

And then winter came. There was beauty in freshly fallen snow, but the winters were dark and cold. I was no longer in the Sunshine State. I always anticipated spring as much if not more than I awaited fall with its colorful brightness of resurrection. It was hope ignited into the darkness, and all of creation bore witness to new life. He does give us more grace.

So the seasons change again, and with change comes the promise of death to what needs to die and then resurrection. Maybe it is that I am in my mid-life, that I have seen more than a few changing seasons, or that I am beginning to pay attention, but there are things in me that need to die. The desire for control. To fix problems and people. The concern over appearances. What will_______think?  Being judged or assessed. The desire to defend or make excuses. The idols that compete for my allegiance to and affection for my Savior and Lord. The thoughts that invade my mind as I raise my children in the midst of the noise, distractions, and temptations of living in a sensory-overloaded age. We fight for stillness. For peace. And we must if we are to pay attention. The Spirit helps us in every season.

As the heat of summer wanes into the brisk, colorful, tenderness of autumn I welcome the change. It is good for my soul. As leaves fall to the earth, browning into the dark, cool soil, I throw off my present entangling sins so I can run the race with perseverance. I must keep running. Yes, for myself, but also for my husband and children. Sin affects not just the person, but also the people connected to that person. It is systemic. And Our Lord died for it all, making us righteous by his blood, and He is the one we fix our eyes upon as we run the race in our homes and in the world. Change is not easy, but change is good.


Preparing the Feast

In between visits to the pool, late afternoon bike rides, and short travels, time is laid aside for planning for the next school year. This will be our fifth year homeschooling. We began when our oldest was in Pre-K with Classical Conversations, which is a community that we are still a part of. Our Mondays are spent with our CC family, learning together and encouraging one another as we seek to understand how all the subjects are ordered by God unto His glory. The rest of our week has a definite rhythm, scheduled enough but not over-scheduled, so that we can fill our days with nature, good books, music, play, skills, chores, church, and dinner around the table as a family.

This is the feast- the table filled with wonderful ideas, truth, goodness, and beauty. For the table to be filled, however, the feast must be prepared. After we completed last year’s formal academics I then began to prepare for the next year in between the cracks of our summer adventures.

How I prepare the Feast

  1. Prayer. This is where I begin before one lesson is written or one plan is laid. I ask, “Lord, what would you have us do in the upcoming year?” “What needs to change in my heart and mind? In my childrens’? How will you have us grow?” I ask for wisdom before, during, and following the school year. I know that without God’s strength and wisdom I will be ineffective and self-driven instead of Spirit-led in both teaching and parenting.
  2. Assess. I reflect on what benefited learning and what hindered learning. I take mental notes on what was life-giving and what was life-draining- physically, mentally, and emotionally. I talk with trusted homeschooling friends and educators for counsel and ideas. My kids also help me assess what went well and what needs improvement.
  3. Gather. After I ask the Lord what He would have us do and assess what we have done, then I begin to gather our materials and plans for the upcoming year. Some things from previous years will remain a part of our school day, and new things are always added as new skills emerge.
  • Our Feast for 2018-2019

    Morning Time 

    This has been a part of the rhythm of our day since the beginning. I remember nursing Judson while Analise played with play-doh and Kara practiced her handwriting at our dining room table while I read from the Bible, a poem, or read-aloud. We sang hymns, recited the alphabet, said the Pledge of Allegiance, and looked over our calendar board. Our morning time looks a little bit different these days, but not all that much. We still begin with Scripture and prayer, followed by our hymn of the month, and verse of the week. What has changed is that sometimes our morning time is moved to afternoon tea time, because some mornings will have certain obligations (usually Mondays and Wednesdays).

    Here is what our Morning or Tea Time typically consists of:

    Prayer (recite Lord’s Prayer or we take turns praying)
    Scripture recitation
    Bible (selections from The Child’s Story Bible)
    Catechism (Training Hearts Teaching Minds, by Starr Meade)
    Devotion (Indescribable:  100 Devotions About God and Science, by Louie Giglio)
    Hymn study (one hymn per month; short bio of hymn writer @ beginning of month)
    Poetry (Robert Louis Stevenson and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow this fall)
    Recitation (1st grade and 3rd grade memory work one at a time- builds each week)
    Shakespeare (select plays from Charles and Mary Lamb’s Tales from Shakespeare)
    Read Aloud (this year we will read several short books as well as novels including Winnie the Pooh, Mary Poppins, The Indian in the Cupboard, The Saturdays, Where the Mountain Meets the Moon, The Borrowers, and The Secret Garden)
    Classical Conversations Memory Work
    (Draw the World, Draw Africa, CC Maps)
    Composer Study (fall composers are Bach and Handel)
    Art Study (Tuesdays)- fall artist is Giotto di Bondone with a focus on Medieval art.
    Nature Study (Thursdays)- trees, shrubs and vines. Monthly nature walks as well!
    History (Tuesdays and Thursdays)- The Story of the World, Volume 1: Ancient Times
    *Oral narration for Bible, Poetry, Shakespeare and History


    Judson will spend Tuesdays and Thursdays at our church’s PDO, and on Mondays he will be at CC with kids his age while his sisters are in class. He is learning to sit longer with us at the table or on the sofa, and having snacks around always helps keep him close to us. 🙂 I have some sensory bins, lapbooks, dry erase handwriting printables, play doh, blocks, coloring pages, and puzzles to keep him busy. He loves to be outside with his sisters too!

    1st Grade

    Analise is reading now, and so we will continue to work on phonics and move towards reading chapter books independently. She will begin learning cursive this year, and will use New American Cursive Penmanship as her workbook as well as write daily in her copybook. She will begin a formal spelling program this year too that Memoria Press publishes. For math, we will continue to use Rod & Staff as well as Singapore Math, which Analise and Kara both call the “fun” math book. 🙂

    3rd Grade

    Kara will begin a formal grammar program published by Memoria Press and Institute for Excellence in Writing. She will also begin her second year in Latin, which will help her grammar study as well. She will read several novels with comprehension guides and tests. For Classical Studies, she will read D’Aulaires’ Greek Myths with comprehension guide as well as memorize parts of the timeline. She will also memorize the books of the Old Testament.  Really, there will be several grammar items (facts) that she will memorize from various subjects. We have a “review box” where she pulls out cards with vocabulary, Latin, History, Poetry, and Christian studies. For math, we will continue to use Rod & Staff and Singapore (the “fun” math) 🙂


    The girls will continue with their piano lessons. They will play a sport in the late winter/spring. They are also joining American Heritage Girls, which we are looking forward to. We want to get Judson into tee ball and possibly soccer in the spring. We will continue with church activities as well. We have several field trips planned for the fall with our friends including monthly home school zoo days.

    The table is full, but it is rich.

    We spread an abundant and delicate feast… and each small guest assimilates what he can.” – Charlotte Mason

    My prayer and hope for this next year concerns the hearts of my children- that they will be teachable and responsive, forming good habits and Christian character. I want them to remember the gospel every day and see the world through its lens. My prayer for myself is the same as it has been every year since from when I was a classroom teacher before I had children of my own.  It is that I would open my mouth with wisdom, and the teaching of kindness would be on my tongue (Proverbs 31:26). I want my children and the students I tutor to see Jesus and to know Him as they marvel at and explore His wonders and His Word. The table is ready, the feast is laid, and we gather to receive the full life set before us.

    A peek around our schoolroom/office.

    MidSummer Musings

    In winter I get up at night
    And dress by yellow candle-light.
    In summer, quite the other way,
    I have to go to bed by day.
    I have to go to bed and see
    The birds still hopping on the tree,
    Or hear the grown-up people’s feet
    Still going past me in the street.
    And does it not seem hard to you,
    When all the sky is clear and blue,
    And I should like so much to play,
    To have to go to bed by day?

    —“Bed in Summer,” Robert Louis Stevenson

    What child (grown up children too) cannot relate to this child who has “to go to bed by day?” My kids and I get a kick out of Stevenson’s empathetic poem.  It is almost as if he is taking the children’s side.  I think he is.

    I’ve been taking the children’s side too this summer. Long days, late nights, and an unhurried pace awakens the imagination for both parent and child. We are not machines, after all. We are taking our time- our time for relationships, for observation, for ideas, for play.

    We’ve traveled and will travel some more. In June we went to FL to spend some quality time with Mimi and Poppy, splashing in the ocean, riding horses, and fishing in the canal. We then went to Dallas with Daddy to the Southern Baptist Convention. The kids went to day camps while Mommy and Daddy went to the conference. I will go to New York this week for a few days with a team from our church. We will take a family day trip to Jackson Falls for a hike and to see some waterfalls later this month. Finally, before we get back to our formal studies we will take a trip to see Nana and Poppa and uncles, aunts, and cousins in SC. The summer is jam packed, but joyful.

    With the sweltering heat we’ve had, the pool is our landing place. We try to go in the morning or evening to avoid the midday intensity. I lie in the shade with a book while the kids swim and play- it’s a win-win!

    Our garden is in full bloom producing an abundant harvest! Well, except for our cucumbers.  They are a pitiful sight. Travis is a master gardener (in my humble opinion). The kids and I are learning a lot from him. When the green bean plants began to sprout, he realized that they were “runners,” so he rigged up a trellis with stakes and string so that they would not run a muck through the garden. We have had so many delicious meals right from our backyard! Omelets, stir fry, steamed veggies, fried okra, salads, and more…

    “Odd as I am sure it will appear to some, I can think of no better form of personal involvement in the cure of the environment than that of gardening. A person who is growing a garden, if he is growing it organically, is improving a piece of the world. He is producing something to eat, which makes him somewhat independent of the grocery business, but he is also enlarging, for himself, the meaning of food and the pleasure of eating.” ~Wendell Berry

    Summer reading is in full swing too! We finished reading aloud Little Dog, Lost, and what a delight it was. It was the perfect book for the ages of my children- a misunderstood neighbor, a cause, and a dog and boy made this a great read for us. We are reading The Penderwicks now, which I’ve already read and could not wait to read to my kids. It is the perfect summer read- four sisters, a cottage, rabbits, a boy, a bull, and a summer adventure. It is the first in the series, and we plan to read them all (not this summer, though). 🙂

    Here is a simple Oven Fries recipe that complement many summer meals:

    Simply Delicious Oven Fries


    3 pounds Russet potatoes, cut in wedges
    Olive oil
    Kosher salt
    Seasoning Salt
    Garlic Powder


    1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees
    2. Place potatoes on 2 cookie sheets, spread evenly
    3. Drizzle olive oil over potatoes liberally
    4. Sprinkle Kosher salt and seasoning salt (even amounts…I eyeball it)
    5. Sprinkle 1 tsp. of pepper (or so, I eyeball it too…depends on your taste)…I use less pepper
    6. Sprinkle 1/2 tsp of garlic powder
    7. Toss potatoes several times (add more oil if necessary)
    8. Bake in oven for 20-30 min. (Toss potatoes with metal spatula every 10 min. or so)
    9. They are done when they brown on the edges and get a nice amber glow.
    10. Eat and enjoy!

    We have had a few evening bike rides, but let me tell ya…we still come in sweating, begging for water and popsicles. I love our neighborhood- perfect for walks, runs, and rides. 🙂

    I love how my kids are at the ages now where they can play a board game together. They actually administer the game- recalling the rules, determining who goes first, and keep score (or money for monopoly). Brother sometimes plays by the rules… 😉

    Something came to my mind this morning as I looked out of my office window. Everything God has designed in creation has a determined way of life. A hawk flew across our backyard, and God reminded me that it is doing as it was designed to do- hunt, feed, nest, and find shelter. The Holy Spirit gently impressed upon my heart that I am designed for a purpose as well- to love, lead, share, nurture, and rest. All are made to worship- even the birds. So, here in the middle of summer- in the heat of the sweltering sun, we find our way of life by design. In work, in play, in relationship, in conversation, in observation- we remind ourselves that we are unlike the birds- we are human- we reflect the glory of God in a different way. And in this way, and in every season, we both marvel and wonder at the feast laid before us- in the presence of the One whose image we bear.

    Rhythms- Summer

    We tend to live and breathe within the margins of fast and busy. Like a walk/jog couch to 5K, we gun it from deadlines, school programs, sporting games, exams, performances, parties, graduations, weddings, and everything else until the dust settles and then summer. Coconut-scented sunblock wafts through the warm breezy air and we remember how to slow down. Well, for the weekend anyway. Because there is still work and other responsibilities, but all the extras will wait until the next season of “busy.”

    If we are not careful, we can rush past the extended margin of rest to fill up the calendar, clutter closet, or our distracted mind. It is not that we do nothing, with idle hands and slothful living. It is that we leave space for prayer, reflection, assessment, relationships, creativity, learning, and fun. We still work, we still gather the summer fruit. But we also allow space for change. We silence the noise of life so we can hear and listen. We stop and take notice of how God is speaking into our life and through His Word. We give ourselves permission to not answer every demand immediately. That email can wait. No, really, it can. The checklist can be pared down to a reasonable limit. The kids can be productive while they are out of school with chores, good books, play, and spending time with extended family and friends. Summer means to savor. To relish the time we have today, because as Laura tells us in Little House in the Big Woods, “This is now.” She was glad that the cozy house, and Pa and Ma and the firelight and the music, were now. They could not be forgotten, she thought, because now is now. It can never be a long time ago.”

    What we give to ourselves and to our families when we allow for summer is “now.” I easily go back to summers with my family at the beach, on our patio, by the pool, or in the backyard with toes trampling through that South Florida St. Augustine grass. My own kids run outside at dusk every night to catch lightning bugs in glass jars and releasing them with a 5-4-3-2-1 countdown. Strawberry picking, planting vegetables and herbs, swimming, visiting grandparents, grilling out with friends, and simply being together are ways we savor the “now” of summer. And these, hopefully, will be the things we will remember. Summer is a “time to keep” as Solomon would say. Not every time or season will allow for this, but there is a time for everything. Let’s make time for summer “for now the winter is past.”

    Rhythms- Daily Bread

    To nourish is to awaken, to fill the hungry with good things. For the Lord satisfies our hearts with food and gladness. We bother ourselves, though, at least in the privileged West with overconsumption, fad diets, and product snobbery that we hunger and thirst still, but not for the one thing needful.


    If we put as much effort on our souls, (which will last) as we do our bodies, which are decaying (and nothing of earth will glorify them), perhaps we will find the glory that we are seeking. “Charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.” What does it mean to fear the Lord except to come to Him as both a beggar and His child? And when we come to him we eat what is good and delight ourselves in the richest of fare. Nothing of earth can compare. Everything else leaves us wanting.


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    The Bread of Life, whose life was broken and poured out says, “Take and eat.” An invitation to His table. And so we break the bread and drink the wine in remembrance of the Lamb that was slain. We taste and see the goodness of the Lord, satisfied in His presence. It is in this way that we are filled when we come to the Good Shepherd and say, “I shall not want.”


    We pray “Our Father.” We begin here, for in Christ we are His children. He is of heaven, we are of earth, and yet we pray for heaven and earth to meet- for His Kingdom and will to be done. Until then, we ask for this day our daily bread. And we keep asking and receiving. Day after day. Manna from heaven falls, and we are nourished by the Word of God, for man does not live on bread alone. May are stomachs not be full and our souls starved.


    Rhythms- Sabbath

    There is a point to pause and ponder. There must be. It is the way to be human- to mirror the divine. For He too rested from all His work that he had done in creation. To keep creating without rest, without reflection to say “it is good” is to ignore the way of the infinite, for God knew when to say “it is finished.”

    Instead of Sabbath we rebuild Babel- an ever reaching, towering monument of self and achievement.  Look what I have done! Look how far I’ve come! See what I am building? Look at me! Fill every waking second like sand in a jar of rocks with all the things to build Babel with, and there is little to no room left for Sabbath.

    It is when we get quiet that we can hear and acknowledge that what we are building may be a dangerous delusion. That instead of getting closer to God in all the bustle we are actually running further away. For in order to know God, we must first be still. We must cease the efforts, the vanity of waking early and lying down late as if all the world depends upon what we can accomplish or fit in between sunrise and sunset.

    When we pause in our day, in the week, on holiday, and in the intentional moments of quietude, we both consider all the work that has been done from the Sabbath before until now, and we rest. And we remember grace- the very thing that brought us here- our coming, eternal Sabbath.

    Let us not be fooled in an advancing technological age, with high speed connections and multi-framed, interfaced screens. Our cleverness will never overcome our need for a Savior. Perhaps there is an enemy seeking to fool us that it will, and so we try, and we run still, further away.

    May the believer lay down the shovel at Babel and build a Kingdom that will never end. May she remember that unless the Lord builds, she labors in vain. Unless He watches, she stays up in vain. There is no anxiousness in Sabbath. There is only peace and contentment with the work accomplished. When a season of toil is through, be it a week or a few, let Sabbath rest occupy the mind, body, and soul of all who desire the way of the infinite- the Creator and Lord of the Sabbath. And then we can say, “It is good.”

    Psalm 127

    A Song of Ascents. Of Solomon.

    127 Unless the Lord builds the house,
        those who build it labor in vain.
    Unless the Lord watches over the city,
        the watchman stays awake in vain.
    It is in vain that you rise up early
        and go late to rest,
    eating the bread of anxious toil;
        for he gives to his beloved sleep.

    Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord,
        the fruit of the womb a reward.
    Like arrows in the hand of a warrior
        are the children[a] of one’s youth.
    Blessed is the man
        who fills his quiver with them!
    He shall not be put to shame
        when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.[b]

    The Responsibility Is Ours

    I recently read Ben Sasse’s book The Vanishing American Adult: Our Coming of Age Crisis and How to Rebuild a Culture of Self Reliance, and it left me with a stronger sense of personal responsibility for raising sturdy adults, because after all, our children are headed that way- adulthood- sooner than later.

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    Here is an excerpt from the book:

    “I believe our entire nation is in the midst of a collective coming-of-age crisis without parallel in our history. We are living in an America of perpetual adolescence. Our kids simply don’t know what an adult is anymore – or how to become one. Many don’t even see a reason to try. Perhaps more problematic, the older generations have forgotten that we need to plan to teach them. It’s our fault more than it is theirs.”

    There is an outcry from every direction, whether it be towards the government, our schools, social media, or even each other, pointing fingers, yet are we taking responsibility for what is ours? Because the breakdown in the family will inevitably lead to a breakdown in society. We look to the government or schools to raise our kids when the responsibility to raise them is ours. And if the systems that we place our trust in fail, we flail our arms up and rage against those very same systems.

    Instead of casting blame, let’s take responsibility. Instead of passing the buck, let’s shoulder our own weight. Instead of running away from the problem, let’s work towards a solution. The government or schools cannot replace the family, and when all of the systems fail we have no one to blame but ourselves. Because no one wants to do the hard work of raising a wired generation- overly connected yet desperately disconnected. We busy our kids in activities from one thing to another, rushing, frantic, jittery, and restless. And we wonder why they never grew up.

    My kids are young. They have yet to “grow up.” I pray for them and will continue to pray for them even when they are grown. What I know is that the responsibility is my husband’s and mine to raise them with help from grandparents and the church. We do not expect their character will be formed automatically or that the culture will shape them for the better. It will not. We have to take responsibility for what is ours. And this generation behind us is our responsibility to nurture and raise.

    If we let the government govern, teachers teach, entertainers entertain, and we as parents PARENT, then maybe we will see a generation less restless, wired, depressed, and disconnected. Maybe we will see a generation flourish instead of flounder. Maybe we will see families strengthened in society when we recognize that the responsibility was ours all along.