I Can't Believe It
We are done. My home education career - 20+ years - is officially over. And I found myself approaching the occasion as the full, whole, wealthy woman I dreamed of being 20+ years ago.
Against all odds.
And by Grace Alone.
Oh, by grace alone!
One set of home schooling parents actually said, tonight, (and I'll call them "the Williams" - names changed to protect the not-so-innocent legalists) "Our daughter Matilda is number five of eight. We've graduated four before her, and we now have 5 to prove that the Williams System works."
I sat in total consternation. I know my whole face was, like, "Oh no you di'in't. You DID NOT just say that in my presence."
The "system" works?? No. No, a thousand times, no. There isn't a system of child-rearing out there that churns and turns out reliable results, every time. Systems do not lovers of God make.
Systems rob God of the glory that belongs to Him Alone. I almost stood up, in Holy Ghost Authority, to set the record straight.
Not really. Of course, God doesn't need my defense of His grace and glory.
But He so deserves every speck of credit. I am certain, in that moment, that my eyes burned with the flame that is shut up in my bones...a heart that burns with a desire to see the Finished Work of Christ proclaimed. The Preacher and I dared not make eye contact. I am absolutely certain that, had we made eye contact, one of us would have given the other the "go ahead"....and one or the other of us would have gone to preachin', right then and there.
On a lighter note....I came home to a surprise family party. My four adult children gave me the most amazing gift...I walked through my door, weary but happy, and there were candles lit all over the house, James Taylor playing on the Bose system, cake, and presents...and more presents...
Most special of all, there were the letters and cards, thanking me. For. Real. Each and every son and daughter took the time to write out their love and thanks. I dissolved into a complete flood of tears.
Has it been easy? Nope.
You. Have. No. Idea.
Has it been worth it? Yes. A thousand times, yes.
Would I do it all again? Ask me in a few years.
What is next? I don't know.
That is partly why this blog exists! I'm making it up as I go, and I don't care to say so. Transparent honesty is my gift (or so I was told this evening). Come with me, as I explore all the happy possibilities that middle age, ministry, grandmothering, and a for-now- full (but eventually-to-be-empty) nest can bring!