Thursday was the eighth anniversary of Daily Encouragement for Homeschooling Mothers. I was so busy proofing and correcting America the Beautiful that I completely forgot. I am deeply grateful that God has given this outlet to me and I am grateful to each one of you for reading. You are a blessing.
Well, today is only four days late, so I’d like to celebrate anyway. Below is a slightly edited version of my message eight years ago. I shared it on the fourth anniversary and on the seventh, which was last April 29. I included an iris in the post last year. This was the sight that brightened my afternoon this past Saturday, so I am sharing irises again.
And here is the message that has been true for me for the last eight years.
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I love homeschooling mothers. You are my heroines. I know you don’t feel like a heroine every day, maybe not most days, maybe not ever, but you are. You could be spending your life in many different ways, but you have embraced your role as mother. You are devoting your days, weeks, months, and years to nurturing the precious human beings God has entrusted to you.
Your children need you so much and you are responding just as you should. When Paul spoke in 1 Thessalonians 2:7 about the way he, Silvanus, and Timothy had served the Thessalonians, he said that they had been “gentle, as a nursing mother tenderly cares for her own children.” That’s you–a mother who tenderly cares for her own children.
In Proverbs Solomon told his son to hear his father’s instruction and not to forsake his mother’s teaching. He said that those instructions and teachings were graceful wreaths around his head and ornaments about his neck. I hope you will be kind to yourself and notice those graceful wreaths and ornaments that you are creating for your children. DIY wreaths and ornaments on Pinterest can be made in a few hours. Remember that the wreaths and ornaments you are making take a long time–but they last a lifetime.
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Thank you for what you do every day.
Hear my cry, O God;
Give heed to my prayer.
From the end of the earth I call to You when my heart is faint;
Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.