What Matters Most in Life?

8 July 2014

This clip from Prager University is one worth watching and then discussing.  Moreover, it is one that we  homeschoolers should carefully consider.  Why do we homeschool anyway?  What do we hope to pass on to our children through homeschooling? Is academic success our goal?

Above all, my  hope is that my children choose to walk with Christ all of their days and homeschooling provides one way to pass this faith on through living out family life together at home.  Homeschooling allows more time together period…and this time does not involve interference from the government…..unless I have hooked up with a charter school or other public school at home program.  Of course,  there are no guarantees in this life and each of our precious children will decide for themselves if they will walk with Christ or not.

Dennis Prager makes a good point in this video.  What do you think he will say is the most important thing to pass on to your children?

What does he say is the most important thing in life?

Please comment on this one….I’d love to hear your thoughts.

~Anne

Indoctrination Movie

7 July 2014

My husband and I viewed this entire movie with another family several years ago.  Although it was quite sobering and shocking at times, the information was essential and valuable especially when  educating folks on the history of the public schools.  This film may not be appropriate for your entire family.  My children did not watch this….but may some time in the future.  You can purchase the entire movie at  The Indoctrinationmovie.com

Why Folks Keep Their Children out of School

6 July 2014

victorian homeschool“Why do people take or keep their children out of school? Mostly for three reasons: they think that raising their children is their business not the government’s; they enjoy being with their children and watching and helping them learn, and don’t want to give that up to others; they want to keep them from being hurt, mentally, physically, and spiritually.”
― John Holt

The American People Will

4 July 2014

Norman Rockwell-patriotic-1Have some fun with your family singing this poem by Joanna Fuchs to the tune of the Battle Hymn.  Instead of singing “Glory, glory, Halleluiah…sing  “We the people have to fix it.”

(To the tune of The Battle Hymn of the Republic)

When our government keeps growing
Past it’s legal boundaries,
When our laws just hurt the people,
But officials live in ease,
If we cannot get our leaders
To protect our liberties,
The American people will.

Chorus:

We, the people, have to fix it,
When our country is in trouble.
Government declines to do it,
So the American people will.

When our taxes give us nightmares,
And the total makes us flinch,
When our businesses can’t profit
‘Cause the regulations pinch,
When we tell them it’s not working
But they will not give an inch,
The American people will.

(Sing chorus again.)

Our country’s going bankrupt;
Do you think they even care?
They’re creating giant debt now,
Printing money from thin air.
They think no one can stop them,
But they’d better all beware;
The American people will.

(Sing chorus again.)

We’ll restore the Constitution
Bring back power to the States,
Give the people back the money
Congress misappropriates.
For our drunk-with-power leaders,
Only joblessness awaits;
The American people will.

(Sing chorus again.)

By Joanna Fuchs

Lyric by Joanna Fuchs
www.poemsource.com

Life is Hard…Some of the Time

26 June 2014

old-yeller-309139No doubt about it. This journey on earth is inundated with trials and tribulations…stress, sorrow, pain, illness, heartache, and more.    As long as we live trouble will be there to greet us.  Job reminds us ,   “Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble.” (Job 14:1)  Okay…we can all agree….our time on earth is quite short  and full of grief. This is a given.

Some trials are powerfully difficult indeed.   Seeing your folks pass on or losing a  loved one ranks among the most heart wrenching trials.  Losing a child would…well…there are no words to describe this sort of pain.  I can imagine it is hundred times worse than any other. Then there are the ordinary things to deal with like illnesses, financial struggles, unemployment, relationship issues, chronic pain,  difficulties at work.  Even more ordinary…..problems with children…struggling learners,  disobedience, disagreements, and all that goes with family life.    Even more ordinary… losing things, traffic, housework, the telephone ringing all day… more struggling.  Does it ever end? Not in our lifetime.

What about the good times.  When do they come?  Indeed, life has so much joy as well.  New babies added to a family are probably a highlight…holiday gatherings can be really wonderful.  Then there are the ordinary days when great things happen such as finally learning to ride a bike without training wheels,  learning to swim, to read…understanding difficult math concepts.   Now this is a reason to celebrate…perhaps with a bowl of ice-cream. :) Sharing a meal together, cooking together and making music together. Ordinary family life can bring such joy and peace sometimes.  So we agree that life will offer good and bad days…both joy and sorrow.

Do you remember reading the story Old Yeller?  Remember the boy Travis and his old yeller dog?  He grew to love that dog more than anything else in the world.  Remember how he felt when he had to shoot Old Yeller because the dog contracted rabies?  Travis was  destroyed and completely torn up by this. He said it was just as if he was shooting one of his own folks. Travis didn’t care about anything anymore…He didn’t even want to care about the new horse that his dad brought him. He did not want to have joy again.  I love the conversation between Travis and his very wise Papa at the end of this story.

Here’s what Papa says to Travis  after he lost his dog: ”It’s not a thing you forget. I don’t guess it’s a thing that you ought to forget. What I mean is, things like that happen. They may seem mighty cruel and unfair, but that’s how life is part of the time. But that isn’t the only way life is. A part of the time, it’s mighty good. And a man can’t afford to waste all the good part, worrying about all the bad parts. That makes it all bad...You understand?”

Travis’ papa understood what Job understood.  Life is short and full of troubles.  We better try to be happy during the good times.  We had better not dwell too long  on  bad times or our lives will be all bad…all the time.

Proverbs 17:22  A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.

Wilt Thou Follow Me?

16 June 2014

family praying in the morningNot many poems grab me; but this one from a lovely little book entitled “Poems for Memorization”  did.  I hope it grabs you too.

“Wilt thou follow Me?”

The Saviour asked.

The road looked bright and fair;

And filled with youthful hope and zeal

I answered, “Anywhere.”

“Wilt thou follow me?”

Again He asked.

The road looked dim ahead;

But I gave one glance at His glowing face:

“To the end, dear Lord, ” I said.

“Wilt thou follow Me?”

I almost blanched,

For the road was rough and new.

But I felt the grip of His steady hand

And it thrilled me through and through.

“Still followest thou?”

‘Twas a tender tone,

And it thrilled my inmost heart.

I answered not, but He drew me close,

And I knew we would never part.

If you Vote my Child’s Future Away

12 June 2014

This simple  song written years ago was from my heart.  Noticing that  our God given liberties were being taken away, I felt compelled to sing about it.  Sadly, it is our proud progressive friends who supposedly believed in liberty and freedom, who are undermining  it each day. Oh how I would love to have folks sing about freedom again…only this time understanding that it is God-given.  Both the Republicans and Democrats continue to expand and grow our government which enslaves us more and more.  I believe it was Dennis Prager who stated, “The bigger the Government, the smaller the citizen.”  This song is dedicated to all of those representatives who preach liberty and conservatism  but vote in socialist policies.  Recently, in the news,we hear of a not so wealthy tea party candidate, David Brat,  defeating a wealthy progressive.  It sort of renews hope  again doesn’t it? I hope you enjoy my simple song. :)

 

 

Common Sense

5 June 2014

cool-headstone-rip-common-senseAn Obituary printed in the London Times…..Absolutely Dead Brilliant!!

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:

- Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
- Why the early bird gets the worm;
- Life isn’t always fair;
- And maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don’t spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.

It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn’t defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death,
-by his parents, Truth and Trust,
-by his wife, Discretion,
-by his daughter, Responsibility,
-and by his son, Reason.

He is survived by his 5 stepbrothers;
- I Know My Rights
- I Want It Now
- Someone Else Is To Blame
- I’m A Victim
- Pay me for Doing Nothing

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.

Thank You

26 May 2014
man flag dog
It is the 
VETERAN
,
 not the preacher,
 
who has given us freedom of religion. 

It is
the VETERAN,
 not the reporter,
  who has given us freedom of the press.

It is
the VETERAN,
 not the poet,
who has given us freedom of speech.

It is
the VETERAN,
not the campus organizer,
who has given us freedom to assemble.


It is
the VETERAN,
 not the lawyer,
who has given us the right to a fair trial.

It is
the VETERAN,
 not the politician,
Who has given us the right to vote.


Holocaust Denial Lesson

24 May 2014

indoctrination-thumb-200x197Would we be outraged if an assignment given to our child included reading material saying that the September 11th, attacks on the World Trade Center, in New York City, actually never occurred?  What if our child was told to write an argumentative essay on whether the American Revolution was actually a hoax or not. Perhaps they should write about the Vietnam War and argue if it was simply all hype.  What about slavery in America? Did slavery actually occur in America or was it some sort of publicity stunt?

One California school district assignment given under the new Common Core standards was supposed to be a lesson in critical thinking. The students were asked to write a paper on the Holocaust. The 18-page assignment instructions included three sources that students were told to use, including one that stated that the gassings in concentration camps were a “hoax” and that no evidence has shown Jews died in gas chambers.
Clearly, this project had an agenda attached, with it’s primary goal being to change the facts of history and indoctrinate students into believing that that the atrocities of the Holocaust may not have actually occurred. The Common Core essay question was, “Write an argumentative essay in which you explain whether or not you believe the Holocaust was an actual event in history or merely a political scheme created to influence public emotion and gain.”

Parents, are we prepared to have our children indoctrinated, manipulated, and told what to think? In order to avoid outrageous assignments such as this, please consider homeschooling.

 

Grammar Lesson compliant with Common Core Standards

24 May 2014

elections have consequencesCheck out this lesson on possessive nouns given to students in California. Any thoughts?

Directions: Make each sentence less wordy by replacing the underlined words with a possessive noun phrase.

1. The job of a president is not easy.  A president’s job is not easy.

2. The people of a nation do not always agree. A nation’s people do not always agree.

3. The choices of the president affect everyone. The president’s choices affect everyone.

4. He makes sure the laws of the country are fair.  He makes sure the country’s laws are fair.

5. The commands of government officials must be obeyed by all.      Government officials’ commands must be obeyed by all.

6. The wants of an individual are less important than the well-being of the nation. An individual’s wants are less important than the nation’s well-being.

Adorable 98 Year Old Teacher with Moxie

22 May 2014

You can’t help but smile watching this adorable teacher and her daughter dance to the poem, “Robin in the Rain”.

Amazing Grace: The Story Behind the Song

14 May 2014

This is the  amazing story of John Newton and his journey of faith in Christ.  Realizing that he was indeed a wretch was the first step of his faith walk.  I hope you enjoy this short video as much as I did.

 

Jase Robertson and his Redonkulous Faith

13 May 2014

I’m not sure exactly why…but these Duck Dynasty guys  are very popular.  I thought this message from Jase was simple yet compelling.

 

Remembering Mom & Her Greatest Gift

10 May 2014

My Mom in 1944 age 20My younger sister and I came across this lovely picture of our dear Mom recently.  My husband did some photo restoration on it and removed years of damage and neglect with a photo editing program.  It looks so pretty now and as I gaze upon her beautiful face, I’m inspired to share a bit of her story.  My siblings and I do not have  many pictures of our dear mom but we  have  happy memories and countless humorous stories to talk about for hours. Most  importantly, we have her values and ideals  to cherish and pass on to our own children and grandchildren.

My Mother went to be with the Lord  over 8 years now; she would have been 90 this year if she was still on this earth. Oh how I long to kiss her cheek again and have a “nice” cup of tea with her. She always wanted to have a “nice” cup of tea and would offer a cup to anyone even though towards the end of her life she could not have prepared one herself.  By offering a “nice” cup, she meant for someone to get the water boiling and prepare a cup for them both and sit and visit with her. It seemed as though a nice cup of tea and perhaps some buttered or cinnamon toast sliced in strips or “fingers” as she would call them had what was needed to solve many of life’s problems.  Whether it was an upset tummy, or a bout of worry, a cup of tea would make it all better.   I wanted to have one more cup of tea with her before she passed but was never able to because she was so ill.  I placed a lovely tea cup at her memorial service among the flowers as a symbol of our tea time together.

Any negative memories associated with my Mom or even Dad seem to be fading these days and the good memories linger on.   I especially  miss those very “down-to-earth” ordinary days when when Mom  would play and enjoy her family, share a cup of tea, go swim laps at the pool, or laugh and  joke around. I miss her smile. I miss the very  gentle touch of her fragile hands when she prayed for us.  She was the rock of our family and passed on a spiritual heritage to us all.

My dear Mom nicknamed “bunny”, was born in  Massachusetts in 1924.  She was raised by a Godly mom who also passed on a spiritual heritage to her. She came from a large family, grew up during difficult days,  and when she was still a school girl, with her older sister looking on, was hit by a car while she was standing next to a pole.  She was wedged between the car and the pole…her arm nearly severed.  The hospital doctors  insisted that her arm be amputated but her Mother said  “no,” and refused to sign the necessary paperwork.   She (my Grandmother)  believed strongly in the power of prayer and knew that her daughters arm could be saved. I don’t think  I would make this same decision if I were faced with it, but her arm was saved even though the doctor said that her arm would most likely develop  gangrene.   This occurred in  the 1930′s.  I don’t even think they had discovered antibiotics yet.  I give God the glory for this miracle and rejoice that my Mom’s arm was saved. God had plans for my Mom and did not allow her to lose her arm. I have my doubts that my dear dad would have married a woman with one arm….he could have I guess… but I doubt it.  As a result of this accident the doctor told my grandmother that my mom would never be able to have children.  She had 5 children.  I’m so glad my grandmothers prayers were answered and that her faith was so strong. Oh to have faith like this….it could be a Bible story.

The recovery was still long and difficult for her and she suffered much because of this accident.  When she was in her late 30′s she was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis.  She lived in pain and it became a way of life for her. Despite her physical suffering she was a light and a rock in our family in so many ways.

Looking back, I’m inclined to think that many things fell by the wayside for her because of the constant pain she had to deal with all the time.  She did not stress out about her house, about being super organized, about looking perfect, or being a super woman.  I believe in her own way she must have eliminated the peripheral, the superficial and petty details of life  in order to concentrate  on the eternal….on people…and on God.  Perhaps folks might have thought  that she did not care about a spotless kitchen floor….they were right.  She had other priorities and she recognized her own limitations.

She  took time to sew my sister and I dresses and crochet her  grandchildren  new vests. I remember lying in bed at night listening to the hum of the sewing machine.  If she was not sewing,  she’d be crocheting or doing the dishes late into the night while the rest of us slept.  She always  took time to play,  and instead of fussing over the house she’d spend the summer days swimming  in the pool with us kids.  She took time to talk with neighbors in our apartment building, cared for children in the neighborhood, and prepared soups and other dishes to share on a very regular basis. It amazes me that she did all of this with aching bones and a body that was quite broken.

When I would arrive home from school she almost always had something special for us to enjoy.  It was not anything fancy…just some muffins or an apple cake or cookies.  I’d sit down and she would tell me about her day. It sounded so  ordinary to me….what she cleaned….what she cooked….who she talked to in the neighborhood.  As a young teen, I remember thinking how boring her day seemed.  But now as a homeschool mom, I’m doing so many of the same things myself and I regret that I did not honor her like I should have. I did not value her role as a keeper at home.  Now I know that she had a high calling to raise up children and keep a home for my Dad……what a wonderful way to live a life that honors God and family.

One day I came from school and she did not tell me about her usual activities. While I expected to hear her discuss the regular events of her day,  She talked about how she read the Bible the evening before way into the night.  With tears in her eyes she recalled what she read in the Bible. She read the story of the sower and the seed in Matthew 13, and explained how she understood it in a new way.  She seemed to have a spiritual awakening and fell in love with Jesus.  You could say she was “Born Again.” Her mother, my grandmother always told her about  the story from John chapter 3.  My mother knew about Nicodemus and Jesus….about  being born again….our Grandmother shared this with us all.  My Mom believed in God and would often recite The Lord’s Prayer, and Psalm 23…… but there was something missing.  I believe my dear mom met the Savior in a personal way that night and now she was on fire for the Lord.  She had a new mission…. a new calling on her life and became more focused on sharing the gospel and the new life and peace she found in Christ.

During this time many of our family members also  became “Born-Again”. My older sister first, then my Mom, myself and my younger sister.  Later the  men in our family followed.  My dear Mom continued to pray for us all until she went to be with the Lord.

I can vividly recall seeing her sitting on the couch with her Bible, tears in her eyes, speaking of her love for the Lord…praising him for his goodness and kindness towards us all. She was happiest spending time with her Lord.  She seemed to  glow. Her greatest love was sharing the Lord with others and when her children or grandchildren spoke of the Lord her joy was complete.  When she saw that her children walked with Christ she lived out the verse, “There is no greater joy than knowing that your children walk in truth.” (3 John 1:4)

When my Mom passed,  she did not leave us many material things.  I’m enjoying her Bible  now, and we have a few pictures. I’m so happy we came across this beautiful photograph of our dear Mom and as I remember her and gaze upon her lovely face, I realize that what she left us cannot really be  expressed in words.  She left us a legacy though for sure.  She left us  Jesus…the greatest gift of all. On this Mother’s Day I rejoice in this gift.  Thanks for reading my ramblings, I wish you could have met my Mother too.  ~Anne

Who can find a virtuous woman? She is far more precious than jewels …Strength and honor are her clothing, and she can laugh at the time to come. She opens her mouth with wisdom, and loving instruction is on her tongue. She watches over the activities of her household and is never idle. Her sons rise up and call her blessed. Her husband also praises her: Many women are capable, but you surpass them all! Charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting, but a woman who fears the Lord will be praised.
– Proverbs 31:10, 25–30

Millennials – Standing Off but Not Standing Up

9 May 2014

This article by Michael Bresciani  describes the desperate straits of our young millennial crowd. Does this article remind us of  our own adult children?  My prayer is that  homeschool children will reject the worldview of our culture today and stand up for the values taught in the the Bible.  May they choose wisely and allow their compass and  guide to be the word of God….the Holy Bible….. the most amazing and  verifiable book of all antiquity.   Surely,  many of our sons and daughters are using the Bible as their road map to guide their paths, reveal their hearts, and lead them into all truth.  After all, their smart phones can only do so much!  ~Anne

O Saced Head Now Wounded

8 May 2014

The  beauty of this old hymn is enhanced even more because there are no instruments other than the human voices.  I praise our precious Lord for His deep love for us and His wonderful gift of music!

The Mother Watch

5 May 2014

Nat Gal 26When my dear Mother went to be with the Lord, even though I was married with children of my own…..I sort of felt like an orphan for the first time in my life.  I felt scared and lonely and vulnerable.  When Mom is still alive there is a feeling of security….even if she is old and ill.  There is someone on this earth who loves you unconditionally…someone who is “on your side,”  even when you do stupid things.  There is someone to call and share  good news or even something silly.  Who cares that you got to sing a solo in church on Sunday?  No one cares except for your dear Mother.  Who cares if your turkey stuffing came out extra delicious because you used the family secret of  Bell’s Seasoning and a bit of apple sauce?  Who cares if you find a verse in the Bible that speaks to your heart and causes you to weep?  Most folks would just tolerate this news from you…but a Mother…and especially a Mother who loves Jesus would care so much and would rejoice with you over this very ordinary news. Oh how I wish I could just pick up the phone and give her a call!  Enjoy your Mom this Mother’s Day!   ~Anne

 

She never closed her eyes in sleep till we were all in bed;
On party nights till we came home she often sat and read.
We little thought about it then, when we were young and gay,
How much the mother worried when we children were away.
We only knew she never slept when we were out at night,
And that she waited just to know that we’d come home all right.

Why, sometimes when we’d stayed away till one or two or three,
It seemed to us that mother heard the turning of the key;
For always when we stepped inside she’d call and we’d reply,
But we were all too young back then to understand just why.
Until the last one had returned she always kept a light,
For mother couldn’t sleep until she’d kissed us all good night.

She had to know that we were safe before she went to rest;
She seemed to fear the world might harm the ones she loved the best.
And once she said: “When you are grown to women and to men,
Perhaps I’ll sleep the whole night through; I may be different then.”
And so it seemed that night and day we knew a mother’s care–
That always when we got back home we’d find her waiting there.

Then came the night that we were called to gather round her bed:
“The children all are with you now,” the kindly doctor said.
And in her eyes there gleamed again the old-time tender light
That told she had been waiting just to know we were all right.
She smiled the old-familiar smile, and prayed to God to keep
Us safe from harm throughout the years, and then she went to sleep.
~ Edgar Guest

 

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