It was a Monday night. We were headed down the canyon to my son’s basketball game. My husband was driving and I finally had time to breathe. I recapped my day to Chad and this is when the meltdown began.

The Lord has been nudging me lately to make some small refinements to my Sabbath Day observance. Small refinements are small, subtle, seemingly insignificant tweaks or adjustments, but they can have big, bold, significant impact.

In November I was asked to be a speaker at a women’s conference in Boise. The coordinators asked me to provide a bio and a headshot for the event. I wasn’t excited about either task. It felt weird to pose by myself in front of a photographer, and it felt even weirder to write about myself in a promotional way.

I’ve recently acknowledged something about my mothering feelings. I don’t enjoy serving my children. I don’t hate it or resent it either, but serving my children doesn’t bring me joy. I know some women love doing everything for their kids, but that is not me. Now that confession may thrust me into the “bad person” camp, but it is where I am at right now.

Homeschooling was a joint decision between my husband and me. We decided together, and we are in it together.
He knows I do more of the daily schooling and a lot of the work and pressure falls on my shoulders, but he is willing to help in any way he can. Besides working hard everyday to provide for our needs and our wants (and our field trips), dad helps with the following in our homeschool:

Last September our family did a Technology Detox. We shared the same goal, the same vision, the same plan, and the same frustrations. I enjoyed us all working together to better our family. I found it rewarding and enlightening to be united in purpose and action. So for 2016 our…