About this time last year, I had no clue I would be educating my children at home today.
Yet here we are, seeing the end of our first year as a homeschooling family coming into focus over the crest of the next hill. Watching life events come full circle always puts me in a reflective mood, but our journey to this place is a complicated one — not something I can tackle in a single post.
This blog has always been a place for me to share my heart (at least as much as a battered introvert like me can dare to do). The shift from public school to homeschool has been about so much more than the logistics of where or when my children learn — so completely transformational, in fact, that the need to share that corner of my heart has been percolating for a long time.
But it’s slow going.
Nevertheless, its enrollment time once again. I’ve had enough friends asking about our decision to homeschool in general, and our participation in Classical Conversations in particular, I need to start somewhere.
And I suppose the best “somewhere” to start is the vision.
[Disclaimer: Touchy-feely post ahead. You have been warned…]
Joshua and Caleb
Most of us who grew up in Sunday school can remember the gist of Numbers 13.
Following the Exodus from Egypt, the Israelites are searching for the Land the Lord had been promising to them since His covenant with Abraham. On the outskirts of Canaan, Moses sends twelve men into the land as spies. A little reconnaissance mission, if you will.
Ten of the spies come back shaking in their boots. We can’t do it, they say. The land is rich and fruitful, yes, but the people are giants. The cities are fortresses. We’re just a little ol’ nation of former slaves with zero battle experience. We are completely outmatched.
Forget it, Moses. It can’t be done.
Ten spies, ten reports of certain defeat. And then Caleb and Joshua get up to speak. Continue Reading →