The Purpose of My Writing

“Sometimes, it’s more than being afraid of any broken things-we’re afraid to be a burden to anyone. Sometimes-we just can’t bear the thought that our brokenness might break anyone else. Sometimes-it seems easier to bury our hurt than break anyone’s heart.” Ann Voscamp, “The Broken Way”

It seems easier to hide the pain, the struggles, the weariness of it all. It would seem to   make coping with life easier if I push it aside and not talk about it, write about it and even dismiss what I am experiencing but I know the truth. I know that my brokenness enables you to reach out to me in your brokenness. It’s like we are in a club of the broken, beaten down but not destroyed, weary but pressing into the One who can give us strength. We did not ask to join this club because, let’s be real, no one really wants to be in this club but we want to fight on and thrive on and not let life beat us down.

“It’s okay, It’s okay to not be okay.” (The Broken Way)

It is okay to not be okay and that is why I write to you. I share my broken with you so you know you can share your broken with others. It’s in sharing our broken with others that we allow people into the deepest caves of our hearts, the secret places. Beauty happens in the broken. “Miracles happen in the broken.”

“Maybe communion happens not only when we’re broken  and given- but when we give each other our brokenness.”

“Maybe what’s given out of strength can show care through our willingness to give . But everything given out of our brokenness can show greater love through our willingness to suffer. Any healing communion that we can give will come not through our strength, but through our brokenness.”

“Generosity does give birth to intimacy- but there’s a far deeper intimacy when we’re generous in sharing our brokenness. If you can be brave enough, vulnerable enough, humble enough, trust enough, and give the most broken shards of your heart to another believing broken heart…then is  it your own broken shards that can best open up another heart?” -Ann Voscamp “The Broken Way”

Vulnerability is nitty gritty, hard. Laying the mask down can be ugly and brutal but it can also bring life and depth and intimacy. It can allow healing and beauty to unfold. Pray for a soul to open up to. Pray for a safe person(s) to be broken and unashamed. You may find God’s hands touch yours. You may experience His presence near in new ways, His arms wrapped around you in love and His care through flesh and blood. Be open to being broken and let the Father knit your heart to others like never before.

You are loved,


P.S. I highly recommend Ann’s book, “The Broken Way-A daring path into the abundant life”.  I chew on a few pages at a time because it is so delicious and rich.

We do not always understand the “why’s” of things this side of heaven.

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Ponder a few thoughts with me.

If God were to take away free will, so as to make sure only good things happen at all times, would we then, have the choice to choose Him?

As much as I would love to be free, this side of heaven, of all things evil and wicked, all things difficult and stressing, these very things reveal to me that God, in His infinite love gives us a chance to choose.

And what if, hard things are not as bad as we think they are. So many of us expect God to be like a grandfather in heaven. C.S. Lewis describes it as a “senile benevolence who, as they say, ‘likes to see young people enjoying themselves’ and whose plan for the universe was simply that it might be truly said at the end of the day, a ‘good time had by all’. ”

But don’t we really grow to be men and women of character in a deeper manner through trial and difficulty? Do we not grow greater muscle mass through pain and rebuilding? Remember the slogan “No pain, no gain”? Even David became a great King through trials and difficulties. Abraham Lincoln became a great president through a life time of pain and loss and of getting back up and persevering through the hardships. Great men and women aren’t born great . Greatness was forged through great adversity.

What are you facing today that you really, really want to run from? What is it that you think will make your life easier if it were absent? I am praying that you would hold fast to the only One who can turn all things to good for those who love Him and are called according to His purpose. In the midst of a dark and evil world, a world full of sickness and hurts, where the choices of other people in their free will and our choices have effected us deeply, may you see the goodness of God in the land of the living. May you, like David, see God’s love for you and Him present with you in the midst. David saw God’s love in the midst of evil men surrounding his home to kill him. IMG_6658 David saw evil for what it was and then saw God for who He is.

Psalm 59:9-10a and 15-17,

” O my strength, I watch for You; You, O God, are my fortress, my loving

God. God will go before me…..

But I will sing of your strength, in the morning I will sing of your love;

for you are my fortress, my refuge in times of trouble, O my Strength. I sing praise to You; You, O God, are my fortress, my loving God.”

MRI Update and Fighting the Battle

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The cross is beautiful to me, not because of the death it rendered but because of the life it gave me. 

I received amazing news last month-My May MRI showed no progression. I am a year and a half without any progression. I am so very thankful for positive news and rejoice in them; however, my body does not feel symptom free or anything close to it and I feel like I am currently in a relapsed state.

“It is well with my soul. Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come, Let this blest assurance control, that Christ has regarded my helpless estate, and that shed His own blood for my soul. It is well, It is well with my soul.”

Now, many of us know MSer’s have psuedo exacerbations of symptoms. The heat or stress can cause a psuedo exacerbation. It can cause a sudden walking issue, limb disfunctions, vision issues, any number of strange happenings.  Those are short lived and once the temperature cools or the stressor is taken away, the body gets back to itself.  I thought I was in a psuedo exacerbation a month ago and then maybe it was stress from the impending results of the MRI. Who doesn’t LOVE waiting for test resuslts? Nevertheless, it was neither. My symptoms have gotten worse and worse since my MRI. Now, we are considering the MRI to be a culprit. I  just don’t know. It is always a guessing game as to the cause of decline.

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This beautiful she-duck (hen) displayed her glory as she was fleeing the drakes behind her. She had a handful chasing after her ready to fight for her. 

The fatigue, I mean MS fatigue (grueling, beyond the healthy person’s tiredness or overworking, debilitating at times, comes on in an unexpected flash with little to no phsyical labor, it is not dependent on a horrible night of rest) has been plaguing me. I use hemp oil and Cedarwood on my feet and LDN to prevent disease progression and I sleep very good. Even if I manage to not wake up to empty my bladder once or twice, It is still difficult to rise in the morning and a flood of weariness will hit me like  a ton of bricks. ###Pound#### I just have to close my eyes and rest. —Nothing else.

These legs of mine are feeling weak, achy, swollen and a whole host of yuckiness depending on how long I have been standing on them. I’ve been using my walker for longer walks for quite some time now but I am using my walker in the house again and we picked up an adjustable cane today. I was overcompensating with one leg and this morning I woke up with so much discomfort in the leg I was depending on that I could not walk on that leg. Oh. My. Goodness. The cane is going to assist me in balancing my weight and not depending on one side too much. The walker does that more comfortably but sometimes I do not want to walk around with the walker. Short spurts are with the cane.

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Backyard Beauty, Glory to God.

I am weary with the trials but holding fast to what I know-God will give me strength and courage to face every day.  This is my opportunity to draw nearer to the God I love and serve. This is my Hoo-rah for the summer months- Know Him more. I am drawing nearer to Him in reading, “The Knowledge of the Holy” by A.W. Tozer,  “A Scientist Presents Evidence for Belief- The Language of God” by Francis S. Collins, “Anne of Green Gables” by Lucy Maud Montgomery and by His sweet word He has me slowly chewing on the book of Matthew.

What circumstances are you facing today? What trials are you trudging through? What weariness ails you?  Turn your eyes to the Unchanging One. Seek to know Him more in the midst of your circumstances.

“When the Lord brought back the captives to Zion, we were like men restored to health. Our mouths were filled with laughter, our tongues with songs of joy. Then it was said among the nations, ‘The Lord has done great things for them.’ The Lord has done great things for us, and we are filled with joy.” Psalm 126: 1-3 

We will have a day of redemption-Justice, healing, no more tears, no more pain, a day for all sorrow to end. He is our expectation and Hope and in the glimmer  of our eyes, we will be with Him forever. Hallelujah. We are filled with joy, the Lord has done great things for us!


I am fragile. I am weak. I am a ball of emotional torrents and I am broken.

It’s the end of the school year and this Mama Teacher is wiped out, ready for a season of rest. Ready to put my feet up a little more and calm the busyness of my mind and soul. My soul. My soul is overdone and missing the sweetness of the quiet place with my Savior.

I am broken and so humbled that the God of the universe would beckon little ole’ me to come to the secret places with Him. Little Ole’ Me. Little Ole’ You. He beckons us come, just as we are. He makes us whole again. He invites us to His table for sweet refreshment. His love endures forever.


I pray this Matthew West song encourages your heart.’Broken Things’ – Matthew West from matthew-west on GodTube.

To the Person in Pain and Clouded in Darkness

I know it hurts.

I know the darkness seems to be closing in on you and you cannot see any light at the end of the tunnel.

I know this path is not easy . The pain is not easy. The dissapointments are overwhelming and they hurt so much.

I ackowledge your pain and the feeling of losing control of everything.

I acknowledge YOU and your deepest aches.

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Most people cannot know your pain, your weariness and fatigue.

Even if you tried to explain, they would not understand.

Most people cannot grasp the darkness you face and I am so sorry you are going through this.

I know that God knows. I believe it aches His Papa heart. I believe He wants to take it away and it hurts Him to watch you go through it but I also believe He is allowing it for a greater purpose than you and I can presently grasp. He will turn it for good-not for His own selfish gain-but for all of our gain-for the good of all-some how-some way.

When He suffered and died for you and me, He experienced our pain and hurts.

He knows. He knows how difficult the journey.

You are not alone.

His word says, “A bruised reed, he will not break.”
He will not crush the weakest reed. Is. 42:3

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Go to the quiet places with Him. Pour out your brokenness before Him and trust that He is making you whole.

“He went without comfort so you might have it.  He postponed joy so you might share in it. He willingly chose isolation so you might never be alone in your hurt and sorrow.” Joni Eareckson Tada

Please know that God will redeem these very things that plague you. He will exchange the sufferings for better things.

Until the exchange, He offers hope. He offers joy. He offers Himself to you wholly.

“I have spoken to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation; but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world.” Jn. 16:33
Hope does NOT disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out in our hearts by the Holy Spirit who was given to us.  Rom. 5:5

And we rejoice in the hope of the glory of God. vs 2

Not only so, but we rejoice in our sufferings because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. Hope does not disappoint. vs 3-5a

Praying for you today.  You are known and deeply loved.

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Grieving the Losses-This Season’s Struggle

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Spring is full of life and beauty, color and the richness of memories formed. Spring has always been one of my favorite seasons of the year and there are so many gifts of spring that bring delight. It has been many springs now that I have felt the effects of the spring pollen and as the lovely blooms and blossoms come into view my limitations increase, my fatigue overwhelms and the enjoyment is faded and blurry.

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It has been five years since my diagnosis.

It was Mother’s day morning. We had just come home from a lovely morning spoiled with love from my family and worship at church. I took a step into the house and I felt it, that strange, swelling feeling in my foot. I had felt it before, one of the strange symptoms that I had chalked up to allergic reactions of some sort.  As the day went on, the swelling increased and I began to feel more unstable as I walked. I used the stroller as a walker to get to our dining destination and by bedtime I was feeling anxious. When I got up to use the restroom in the middle of the night I could barely manage the walk. I had to hold on to the walls for balance. I knew we had to do something.

It was Tuesday, the 15th of May that I wobbled my way into ER. The nurses took me back immediately. They knew it was serious. Every ounce of me knew it was too. Once they talked to the Neurologist he was sure it was M.S. After an MRI and spinal tap the diagnosis was confirmed. I  have the auto immune disease,  Multiple Sclerosis.

This diagnosis has a link to Mother’s Day and thus every year as Mother’s Day draws near I feel melancholy. I feel a sense of dread. It certainly is not the day itself that I do not like. I love Mother’s Day! I have a rock-awesome husband and kids and they always lavish me with love on this special day and I am so thankful to say that I have my mama, my stepmom and mother in law still with us. I am so thankful for that. And yet, there is a grieving renewed in me every time this season draws near.

The grieving is the loss of the life I once knew and the picture in my head of the life I was planning to have.

Grieving is healthy. It is healthy to mourn and be aware of the loss in your life.  I am allowing myself the freedom to cry. I am allowing myself the freedom to wrestle with God just like Jacob did and David did over and over and over. It was in a similar season that David, the man after God’s own heart, had written to the Lord,

“My eye wastes away with grief, Yes, my soul and my body!

For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing;

My strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones waste away……”

After wrestling with the Lord, speaking honesty and wholly with him, David says,

“But as for me, I trust in You, O Lord; I say, ‘You are my God’.

My times are in Your hand; deliver me……..

Oh, how great is Your goodness, Which You have laid up for those who fear you,

which You have prepared for those who trust in You…..

Blessed the Lord, For He has shown me kindness in a strong city!”


Have you grieved over your diagnosis?

Have you allowed yourself the freedom to grieve over circumstances that were out of your control and yet drastically effected your life and the ones you love?

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Please do so. Please give yourself quiet with the Lord to mourn and grieve and to allow Him to speak peace to your soul, kindness to your heart and wrap His loving arms around you.

Your story may be different than what you planned or thought it would be but God is still present and still working your story for a greater good. History is His-story. You have been written into His story and even when this broken world tears apart our plans, God still has us in His hands. You are loved with an everlasting love.

Below are words from a beautiful sister/friend of mine. She wrote them on my Facebook page the week of my diagnosis while I was in the hospital. These are for you too.

“… They say you have had this “condition” for many years. But, through all of those years you were unaware of it. And through all those same years you were labeled “Blessed” by God himself. Dear one, I am here to say, that nothing has changed. You are still labeled BLESSED! That is how you are known by all. You are not labeled by a medical term. You are Blessed. All that has happened is that something was exposed for God’s glory. His banner waves over you. He sings songs over you. He rejoices over you. Just as He did a week ago. A month ago. A year ago. Just as He will continue to. Love you.”


Parenthood and Illness (Part 3)

Suffering and trial may be the greatest avenue of growth for us and our children. How we live through suffering teaches our children how to walk through their own pain.

Let’s be real. Sometimes our kids seem aloof to what we are going through, the amount of pain we are experiencing or the mental battle within but in the midst of their aloofness is a sense that something is not right. Most children are more aware of their parents than they reveal and they are always feeding off of our spiritual, emotional and physical state. Your pain effects your children. It hurts them too. They just don’t know how to communicate it to you.

This is my first thankful journal. I started writing down my thanksgivings within months of my diagnosis. I am now on 4,104.

Let’s look at the very important role that you play in your children thriving and practical ways to do that while you walk through physical ailments.

First, praise Him today whether you are in a season of sunshine and rain or you are walking through the desert. God brings water in the desert. Gather your children and praise Him together. If you are in an incredible season of darkness it is so very hard to see light. Grab a jar and some paper or a journal and begin choosing to see things to be thankful for and write them down. Have your children look for the things they are thankful for too and have them add it to your list. It may be the butterfly that fluttered by or the food served at the table. Maybe it is the wiggle in your toe or the ability to smile and see. Start simple and choose thankful. It is contagious and your children will see God’s hands throughout day.


Second, be honest. You are not fooling your children. They can see your body language and demeanor. They know when things are off but if we are not careful our children can take the blame upon themselves for how we are feeling or behaving. Especially a child who has experienced any type of trauma (small or large), he or she  can take your pain and your issues and believe that they have caused it in some way or another. We must communicate our love, appreciation and preciousness of the child often.


Piggy backing on the second, we must create  a safe environment, a place where each individual in the home is accepted as they are. Talk to your children, learn their needs and how to meet them. If you are limited in a physical capacity, you may need to have more assistance with the physical side of meeting the needs of your children but you can meet your child’s emotional and mental needs. You get to bring comfort and love to your children. Set your own aches, pains, and hurts aside to tend to the children entrusted into your hands. I know it is hard sometimes but in the long run  worth laying your life down for these babies of yours.

Fourth, choose your words carefully. This does not come easy to me. I love to talk and share everything on my heart and mind but God’s word warns us that “in a multitude of words, sin is not lacking.” Choose well. Speak words of life to your children. “Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen.” Ephesians 4:29 Let our words be uplifting. I don’t complain about my pain often but I have noticed that a few of my kids have said, “my legs hurt” when there wasn’t a legitamite reason for saying it. I do not find that a coincidence since that is the area I have the most pain. I find that they are hearing their mama say it and thus they believe their legs hurt. I have to remind my kiddos that they are healthy and strong and fully able. I have to remind them WHO they are and how capable they are.

Next and last for now, is our self talk. How are we talking to ourself? Our children will hear if we say, “Oh, good job, Charise, you messed up again. You can’t do anything right.” Or when we say,  “I will never be able to do>>>>>>> again.” And ” I am _______.”IMG_0264  Speak words of life to yourself and your children will see that too and practice it in their own lives. You have the power to speak life and and death. Speak life, live life full!


The “Monster” May Not be So Bad

close up image of space trilogy book oneMaybe the monster in the water isn’t such a bad thing.

I have been chewing on C.S. Lewis’ words from the first of his Space Trilogy.  The main character was conversing with an intelligent being on another planet about a violent creature that lives in the water. The creature will demolish and tear apart anything that comes in its path. The human’s response was that there was no place for this monster and the “higher power” shouldn’t have made this creature or allowed it to be here for the sake of the good creatures. The intelligent being said the words that have had me mulling over and over and over, ” The hanakra (monster)  is our enemy, but he is also our beloved…………..I do not think the forest would be so bright, nor the water so warm, nor love so sweet, if there were no danger in the lake”. 

No danger in the lake? Isn’t that what we want? No danger. No financial strain. No health issues. Nothing that shakes us.

What is the monster you are facing right now? There are so many options of monsters to choose from and each of them can devour us in one way or another. One way or another we can let anything swallow us up and spit us out.

But what if we chose to see the monster in a different light?  What if  we saw it as a means to reach a deeper love, cherish the people God has placed in our lives more fully, experience a more full enjoyment of the simple things, an opportunity to put the first things first? What if the very monster meant to destroy you by the Enemy could be used for your greatest purpose through God and His strength.

In Lewis’ wonderful, philosophical, fictional story the alien beings were trying to kill  the monster but they had a deep appreciation for it. They appreciated more because of “it”.

When our eyes are fixed on that which lies beyond this mortal earth and we live for God and eternity, couldn’t we see our circumstances in such a different light?

The enemy of our souls uses the “monster” to steal away our moments, our peace, and our joy. But when we are surrendered to God and dwelling in His presence, we have peace and joy and see the monster for what it really is. It has no power over you. The “monster” cannot take your JOY but joy can be found in the midst of places where “it” lurks.

God says to me and to you,
“I formed you. Fear not, I redeemed you; I have called you by your name; You are Mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through rivers, they shall not overflow you. When you walk through the fire, you shall not be burned. Nor shall the flame scorch you, For I am the Lord your God……Fear not, I am with you.  ” Excerpts from Is. 43:1-5

His presence is enough for you. I am praying for healing for your body today. I am praying for Joy in the midst of your present circumstances.

P.S. I am resuming ‘Motherhood with an Illness’ next blog entry but I am going to broaden it to ‘Parenthood and Illness’. I realize I have amazing fathers who follow this blog too.

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Motherhood and Illness (Part 2)

Soak in the good days. It’s so easy to find the negative, the easy to complain about circumstances but choose to see the beauty and blessings today. Today is a grace day. A day to soak in the gifts of laughter, the gifts of a hug.

First thing in the morning, when my groggy self is confronted by my sweet children I choose to reach out and touch them. As explained in my last post, I am slow moving in the morning. I can also become a drill sergeant with the to do’s of the day but I have chosen to touch each of my children in a loving way each morning. “Good morning Son, how did you sleep last night?”, with a rub on the head or a squeeze hug.  To my little girl, I might tenderly move her hair from her face and pull her little body close to me to tell her good morning. This begins the day with my babies having their cup filled but it also helps me to keep the “right things” in focus. Loving my children is the greatest gift I can give them.


I love touch. It is one of my love languages. But I do not enjoy it like I used to. My nerves do not send messages properly. So, while a child draws near or I draw them near for story time I may experience heaviness of my arms or legs, an ache that is heavy and painful. I have to adjust positions of how I sit or ask the children to change positions. I have to be honest with them that I want to sit close but my body is hurting the way we are sitting. I may have to ask them to hold the book or help me hold it depending on the size of the book and where we are sitting. The key with the kids is honesty. If I let them know I want to be near them but “let’s change how we are sitting because it is hurting me”, it helps them to know it is not their fault and that I want to be near them.

I have the same dilemma with my husband, who seems to naturally radiate warmth. I can only hold his hand so long before I have to release it and cool my hand. If we are sitting close to one another my legs feel like spiders are crawling up and down them. The Plexus Cleanse has helped me a lot. The magnesium in that calms my nerves but I still feel discomfort just from being close. I choose to be close still. I might get a cold pack or drink something cold to help calm the nerves so I can enjoy being near my loved ones.


These discomforts, pain and irritations can easily become a focus but we have to choose to focus on the good. Although my hands are numb, I can still feel, so I thank God that I can feel. I thank God that I can cuddle and touch my children. I thank God with my children for all that I can do right now. When I could not walk well or barely exercise I spoke thanksgivings that I could move my foot and feel it move. When I got up on my own I thanked God that I could do that. When I agonizingly exercised for three minutes, I praised Him because I could. Choose thanksgiving and teach your children to praise God in the midst.



Be honest with your limitations but choose to push against them. With chronic illness we can easily overdo ourselves so we must be wise but we also must choose the highest good. Choose to play that game with your kids. You might need to say, “Let mama take a nap first and then I will play that with you. Can  we make that a date? “.

Go outside with your kids and do what is within your limitations but soak in the fresh air, watch the butterflies and let them share their wonders with you. When your numbered days are over or your loved ones’ days are over, you won’t forget the time invested into loving them, choosing them, soaking in God’s creation with them. It will all be worth it in the end.


I  know it is hard, my friend. It would be easier to wallow in pity for ourselves, hide away in our room and push everyone away but we do not need to lose heart. “Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day” 2 Corinthians 4:16  Soak in God’s love for you. Let Him renew your mind and heart.

Paul wrote to the Philippians, “If I am to go on living in the body, this will mean fruitful labor for me.”

Let’s choose that perspective. Let’s allow God to renew us inwardly day by day and live a fruitful life.

What are you struggling with today? Do you want to hide away?

Dear Friend, I am praying for you today.

Motherhood and Illness (Part 1)




Gardening requires toiling, digging deep, sowing, water, sun, air, purposeful planning and of course constant upkeep to rid of weeds and overgrowth. Motherhood is a lot like gardening.  I am still in the midst of digging deep and all the labor involved. Some day I will see the fruit of my labor. Some day I will see the blossoms fully sprung and the buds bloomed in all their glory. I am expectant for that day. So today, how do I do it with this illness? How do I remain strong when I feel like I have nothing left to give?

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I start each day warm from sleeping like a wrapped up burrito. This warmth makes me feel heavy and makes it hard to move. Some mornings, most mornings, I do not want to move. I do not want to get out of bed. I want to stay and sleep. for. just. a. little. bit. longer and just maybe all day. I lay there and talk to God, “Thank you for today. I do not know how I am going to do today or what I am going to face but please strengthen me and help me through. Please give me patience and grace for all that is set before me……”

I recognize my need for the living God to fill me and empower me. I always knew I needed God’s strength to mother well and even more grace and strength to educate my children at home. I knew I was desperate for Him to work miracles and now I am even more aware. My diagnosis came when I had four children ages seven and younger.  It seems so long ago but really it was only five years ago. I could barely walk and it hurt to stand for just a few minutes. I did not drive for nine months during that season. Our homeschooling was a lot of sitting and working on the couch or at the table. We rarely went anywhere. I was in recovery mode. I was building my strength back up and we took our time soaking in life at home.

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Today, I am able to drive and we are able to attend music lessons and physical fitness classes but each day looks different. Some days I am hobbling up to the door for lessons and other days I stride up without realizing I am walking descent that day. I give myself grace.  If my brain is a mess or my emotions unstable we have a lot of cuddle and read time. We are always reading at least one great book and so we brew hot tea (or cold depending on how I am feeling and weather) and throw together a- not-so-elegant snack and nibble away while enjoying adventures of old. Right now we are reading through C.S. Lewis’ Space Trilogy, studying Bach by reading about his life and listening to his masterpieces,  walking through life stories of not-so-often-learned-about heroes in “Heroes Among Us” by Jim Runyan.

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I have learned that controlling every minute of the day does not produce peace in our home. We have loads of time for creativity and play time. We play music and worship when we have the urge and we sit and read when we need that. We have structured learning of many lessons but the key is letting the Holy Spirit lead my day. Some times I just need to walk away. I need to take a  break and rest. Sometimes, many times I need to send the kids out to play for a break.

I do as the Father leads and as I humble myself and allow Him to dance with me through the day I find that he multiplies my “fishes and loaves” and blesses the work of my hands.

What “gardens” has God called you to tend today? What labor do you feel unfit for?

God will “equip you with everything  you need for doing His will. ” Heb. 13:21

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