Hope For Homeschool Moms

Every year the summertime just seems to go too soon,  Before you blink, start to relax, there goes July and June.  But before you lose your cheer and you begin to fret,  The month that we call August tells us summer's not done yet.  Thirty-one more days before September will appear, There's plenty more time for us all before the fall is here.  It's not too late for swimming, it's not too late for s'mores, It's not too late for getting sun and being out of doors! The early weeks of summer find us going way too fast, The lazy days of summer are for us at last. And as these days slip on by don't forget to remember,  That more good times are coming in the month we call September. 

 Twenty-three-year-old me sat in my living room at the boarding school in Zambia where I taught for two years. The intense three-month long term so often filled with fourteen-hour days was over, but after only a short while into the break, here I was feeling lost and lonely in the peace and quiet.  "God, You know that this isn't what I want!" I prayed aloud. I knew in my heart a life of singleness wasn't my calling. That a husband and children were my heart's desire.... the busyness of babies, the laughter and cries of children, the work of caring for a family.  Thirty-four-year-old me remembered that this morning and had to chuckle at myself. God has surely answered my prayer of eleven years ago, and as I attempted to relax and sip my coffee on the porch of our air bnb the natural noises and disturbances of many little children were everywhere.  "Mama! Look through my binoculars at those birds! "Mom, listen to this bell!" (BONG!) "Mama, may I ...