Daily Encouragement for Homeschooling Mothers

Heading North

Daddy loved to explore Tennessee and Kentucky. On countless Sundays Mother or Daddy opened a front door of our two-door white Ford Falcon (our car before we got the VW bus), so that my brother and I could push the front seat up and climb into the back. Then we were off to wherever Daddy’s nose led him (stopping somewhere to go to church along the way). When we asked Daddy where we were, he would often answer, “We’re right here.” When I grew up, I found this barnwood plaque at a craft show and bought it for him. During one of our jaunts, we ended up in Pulaski, Tennessee. I thought that was super-cool and couldn’t wait to tell the kids at school that I had been to Pulaski. To me it sounded so exotic because the name was so close to...

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Just Because You Can . . .

A new homeschooling family has moved into our area. Though I haven’t seen her face to face since she and her family moved here, the mom (I’ll call her Sara) and I have spoken on the phone a few times. I called Sara on Friday night, while she was at the Kroger grocery store in Cookeville, about 40 minutes from her house. We have two grocery stores in our little town. One is locally owned and the other is a discount chain store. I shop at each of these sometimes, but for most of my traditional grocery store shopping, I depend mainly on Kroger in Cookeville. There I have many more choices. Sara mentioned Friday night that there were four Krogers in the town where she and her family lived before moving here. A few years ago I became acquainted with a...

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Copycats

Children are copycats! When I was a young mother in Oxford, Mississippi, I taught the four- and five-year-old Bible class with Lillie Fay, who was a master teacher. On one Sunday evening, we were teaching the children about the Lord’s Supper. Lillie Fay gave the children the opportunity to act it out, as it was practiced each Sunday in our church. She gave our son John the role of a man passing out first the bread and then the fruit of the vine to the other fours and fives in our class. I remember as clearly as if it were yesterday John’s posture as he fulfilled his assignment. He stood erect with his hands folded behind his back. No one told John how to stand; he was simply doing what he had seen men do each Sunday since he was a baby. He consciously...

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Budget Travel 101 — Lesson 1

I grew up with a daddy who loved to go and a mama who was willing to sacrifice to satisfy his wanderlust. They weren’t going to let the smallness of Daddy’s paycheck keep us at home. Since Daddy worked until 9:00 p.m. on Saturday nights and went back to work on Monday morning at seven, weekend trips were pretty much out of the question. However, we took lots of three-hours-there and three-hours-back day trips, plus a yearly family vacation. Sometimes we stayed in inexpensive hotels. Once we rented a cabin at a state park. At other times we camped in a tent. Some of my favorite times were mornings when my parents put our Coleman stove on a picnic table and Mother cooked us a hot breakfast. We moved up in the world after Mother and Daddy bought our...

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A Rice Tale

John and Audra sent Ray and me home from Henry’s birthday party with three sets of party favors, one for each of us and one for Clara. Our favors were inside miniature sand buckets. Each included stickers and a craft kit, plus a miniature scoop, rake, and shovel. I picked out our favorite colors: yellow for Ray, pink for Clara, and blue for me. Yesterday morning Clara and I were sitting at the kiddie table in our office sharing a LÄRABAR (on two special plates chosen by Clara) and coconut water in teeny glasses (this is Little and Clara’s special snack), while Wesley explored on the floor. Clara had already completed her craft kit, but she wanted to make another one. When we finished that, she wanted to pretend to play in the sand with the miniature...

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After (and in the Midst of) the Storm

I was sitting at my desk by a window Monday when some afternoon thundershowers blew through. They didn’t last very long, but I did leave my spot by the window and unplug my laptop for a little while–just in case. In the late afternoon, Ray pointed out the beautiful light outside the window above his desk. Naturally, I went out to capture it on film (uh, film, what’s that? It just sounds so much nicer than “get a digital image” which is what I actually did). The western sun shines across my flower garden on sunny late afternoons. After a storm, the light is soft and especially beautiful and the colors so clear. One day Jesus got into a boat and His disciples followed Him. While Jesus slept, a great storm came up on the sea, a storm so...

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God Understands Our Thought From Afar

Well, everyone who read “Therold’s Little Opry” from an email yesterday probably wondered what those random words were at the beginning. Uh, let me explain. While I wrote “Food for the Mind, Body, and Soul” about my outing with Mary Evelyn and her children last week, I jotted down some notes about our stop at Trader Joe’s later that afternoon, thinking that I might write about that later. When I make notes like that in my blog program, I try to date them sometime in December, so that I have plenty of time either to turn them into a blog or delete them. But sometimes I goof up and date them sometime soon. This was one of those times. I dated those notes for August 11, but then I went to Therold’s Little Opry and changed my...

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