And Then There Was One.

We started homeschooling 11 years ago.
Eleven years of boys---and their mama---
reading, learning, exploring, experimenting.
Setting out on high adventures.
Stretching, growing, and, for me,
sometimes pulling my hair out
and wondering if I was gonna make it.
Eleven years of humbly, desperately
seeking God for wisdom and guidance,
often admitting I have no idea what I'm doing;
asking God to shape and mold our boys,
to be gracious and overcome my failures
with His sufficiency.
And He did.
His grace and mercy was at every turn.
He blessed.

In teaching our boys, I taught myself.

I began to better understand how history is the story

of how God has shown His grace and faithfulness

throughout generations.

It made me love it---and Him---all the more.

Two years ago we sent out our oldest son from here---

Lord-willing, with a firm foundation;

with a vision, a desire, and a single-minded passion to

make much of His Creator.

And prayerfully, he entered high school

well-equipped and grounded.

This year, our middle son joined him---

he, too, with the tools, the heart, and a growing devotion

to know and follow His Savior.

It went so fast.

Two sons embracing "the mission" they learned

within these walls;

learning how to live it out outside of them.

And now only one of my original three students remains.

And things are different.  And a whole lot quieter.

But I'm incredibly excited.

I'm glad to embrace these current days with

our youngest---virtually the only "one-on-one"

days we've ever had. 

There's a whole lot more learning and growing

for this mama to do.

And I'm incredibly grateful to share it with

such a fun, engaging, and remarkable young man.

Let's do it, Luke!  I love you!