I knew that I did not have enough information and in the event that my warning was of an immediate nature, I kept my kiddos home from school. Later that day, however, my 7 year old told me that it was very important that she go to school that day, as she was supposed to take a state test. I had forgotten. Back to my knees I fell, wondering if my children were in imminent danger or if I could send them to school that day. It had been a couple of hours since my hasty decision and I was calmer as I prayed this time.
What I heard surprised me and made me feel as if I was standing on the edge of a cliff with a strong wind: "HOMESCHOOL." It was not something that had to be implemented that day so I took my bunch to their schools for the day and breathed. At least I tried to breath.
I have seen the good and the bad from homeschooled families. I have seen children excel in extra-ordinary ways and others that fell through the cracks.
This much I know: I don't want my children to fall through the cracks. Not on my watch. Not if I have any power to impact their lives or inspire their minds. Not while there is breath in my body.
I have been working on magnifying my divine calling as a mother. Here is a divinely inspired call to do more.
There were tears.
There was stress.
There was even some joy that broke through.
We examined this scripture and took our temperature as to how we were doing with the principles taught in it:
We also decided that there were things we could improve upon and among other things, we wanted to become a:
He wants us to become a House of Learning.