Hello, 2018

It is now 2018. I have a third grader and a first grader. My third kid will be starting home-preschool in the fall. My youngest will be potty-training soon.

WHERE DOES THE TIME GO???

Sucked into the same vortex that spews out laundry, crumbs, and dirty dishes.

This year of school has, in many ways, been a lot easier than last year. Last year was my first time schooling two kids, and it was definitely a learning curve trying to a) figure out how to teach two kids who both needed me to read EVERYTHING to them because they couldn’t read themselves yet, b) trying to get two boys to DO their school, especially the younger because he regretted growing older and wanted to go back to playing all day, c) how to keep the younger two OUT of everything and telling them “No” every thirty seconds because they don’t understand why they can’t help their older siblings with math/handwriting/reading/crafts, or better yet, just grab a pen or scissors or glue and do it for them. Which they did. All the time.

September through June. Eight and a half months.

That is a sum up. The exact details are too terrifying. I won’t do that to you.

So this year is a bit easier in some respects. Mostly because my oldest conquered reading and is now doing superbly, which means he can do a lot of his school by himself now. Except for his history, which he needs me to explain to him (he’s only in third grade). My second, not to be outdone by his brother, has taught himself to read and now shows off by reading EVERYTHING (no competition there!). So math, handwriting, and the activity work in the spelling tests they can do BY THEMSELVES!!! WHOOPEEEEEEE!!!!

This year has other challenges. Many. Many. Challenges. (see: 2 1/2 year old, page 2,952 in the “Challenges” handbook.)

But our homestead is still here, and so am I, and so is Sacket Man.

God bless!

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Summer, Diary 2, 2016

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.”

Today is Memorial Day, a day where we remember those who have given their life for our country. To honor their sacrifice, their love, and their courage, so that others might be safe, might be protected, and might be free.

I know my country is not perfect. It is a large land full of many different people from many different backgrounds, beliefs, cultures, mindsets, and circumstances. But here is the thing… we fight so much because we have the freedom to. This country has immense freedom, more than we realize or even wish to acknowledge.

So I want to remember the good of my country. I want to uphold what is right in it, so that the good will grow and grow until there is no more room for the bad.

In America we are free. Rejoice in it. Use it. Do not squander it.

We have the freedom to pray. Cherish that and pray for those who don’t.

We have the freedom to worship. Worship without fear and celebrate.

We have the freedom to form our own lives, to choose to sit back and do nothing, or to work hard and make something of ourselves. “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” We do not have the right to happiness, but the pursuit of it. Whether you have a happy life, a good life, or not depends on you. That is your freedom. So form your life well.

We have freedom with our children. Realize what a blessing this is— to be given charge of a brand new life who will rely on you to train and guide them so that they can grow up and live their own life. Don’t squander this! Raise them with all of your might, or give them the hope of a good life by finding the best parents possible for them. In this land of freedom, don’t abuse yours by taking away theirs just because you don’t want the inconvenience. There are too many options out there. Be that child’s blessing, however that might be.

We have the freedom to make our voice heard, through online blogs, social media, sitting in a cafe with friends, or voting. Use that freedom. Don’t waste it by saying “My voice will never be heard, my vote means nothing.”

We have the freedom to help. Pass it on, no matter who it is.

We have the freedom to do our best. Reach for the stars!

With freedom comes responsibility. Freedom is a gift to be cherished and utilized. It is an amazing tool that can become deadly by those who take it for granted, who use that freedom to take instead of to give.

Our founding fathers did not begin this country, and our men and women who have fought and died, did not sacrifice to gain and keep freedom for us to abuse it.

Make their sacrifice worth it.

Live well.

 

“This is my family. … It’s little, and broken, but still good. Yeah, still good.”

Lilo and Stitch

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1st Peter 2

But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light. Once you were not a people, but now you are the people of God; once you had not received mercy, but now you have received mercy.

Dear friends, I urge you, as foreigners and exiles, to abstain from sinful desires, which wage war against your soul. Live such good lives among the pagans that, though they accuse you of doing wrong, they may see your good deeds and glorify God on the day he visits us.

Submit yourselves for the Lord’s sake to every human authority: whether to the emperor, as the supreme authority, or to governors, who are sent by him to punish those who do wrong and to commend those who do right. For it is God’s will that by doing good you should silence the ignorant talk of foolish people. Live as free people, but do not use your freedom as a cover-up for evil; live as God’s slaves. Show proper respect to everyone, love the family of believers, fear God, honor the emperor.