Free alphabet printing practice sheets, only cost you a sheet of copy paper, a bit of ink and couples minutes of time! :)
http://www.homeschoolviews.com/resources/lettersheets.html
Monday, September 22, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Why did I say 6th grade? He's doing 7nth. LOL!
I found this need poem I wanted to share. God bless! :)
A MISSIONARY'S VISION
After marriage God called me to the mission field -
A little bundle needing all my care,
A disciple in touch with my life, obedient to all he hears.
Then came some more all in a row.
Everywhere I went, six little arrows in tow.
God had to call me again to His mission field.
I answered, "To China, to Africa, to Israel, oh where?"
His voice was clear, soft and gentle. My ministry arranged -
"My child, you are to polish our arrows,
Preparing them for My call to spread my
Words of life for other nations to see."
"Lord," I cried, "Loneliness surrounds my soul,
No other woman stands with me answering your call.
The sacrifice is great."
Women give way to another's voice, pulling them away
from their home, far from the quiver."
Once more I pleaded, "May I go too, Lord, I feel the call
To share with the lost, Life giving words,
To feed the hungry a satisfying meal."
"My child," Jesus replied, "You share with your
children salvation and truth.
Feed them meals under your roof.
Discipline them, train them and then lie down in peace,
For sacrificial love have you given to make the world right.
Arise in the morning, open My book,
Teach them into My eyes they must look."
"Yes, Lord, I replied, "But should I serve you in a more
obvious way?"
"Child, my sweet child," God spoke once more.
I anointed you to do this work - the high calling of Motherhood.
To show our children the need for my love."
"Lord,", I sought out, still not fully convinced,
"Should I sew for those in thread barren clothes,
a Dorcas, a Martha?" "Sit at my feet, my child, listen to me.
Your daughter needs dresses, your sons warm shirts,
The button of your husband's coat still lies on the table. Pick up your mantle, the rod of Aaron.
Lead my women back to their home.
"Yes, Lord." Filled and content, I took my position in God's mission field.
Hungry faces graced my bedside.
Clothed in God's mantle, children at my side,
I prepared breakfast.
I found this need poem I wanted to share. God bless! :)
A MISSIONARY'S VISION
After marriage God called me to the mission field -
A little bundle needing all my care,
A disciple in touch with my life, obedient to all he hears.
Then came some more all in a row.
Everywhere I went, six little arrows in tow.
God had to call me again to His mission field.
I answered, "To China, to Africa, to Israel, oh where?"
His voice was clear, soft and gentle. My ministry arranged -
"My child, you are to polish our arrows,
Preparing them for My call to spread my
Words of life for other nations to see."
"Lord," I cried, "Loneliness surrounds my soul,
No other woman stands with me answering your call.
The sacrifice is great."
Women give way to another's voice, pulling them away
from their home, far from the quiver."
Once more I pleaded, "May I go too, Lord, I feel the call
To share with the lost, Life giving words,
To feed the hungry a satisfying meal."
"My child," Jesus replied, "You share with your
children salvation and truth.
Feed them meals under your roof.
Discipline them, train them and then lie down in peace,
For sacrificial love have you given to make the world right.
Arise in the morning, open My book,
Teach them into My eyes they must look."
"Yes, Lord, I replied, "But should I serve you in a more
obvious way?"
"Child, my sweet child," God spoke once more.
I anointed you to do this work - the high calling of Motherhood.
To show our children the need for my love."
"Lord,", I sought out, still not fully convinced,
"Should I sew for those in thread barren clothes,
a Dorcas, a Martha?" "Sit at my feet, my child, listen to me.
Your daughter needs dresses, your sons warm shirts,
The button of your husband's coat still lies on the table. Pick up your mantle, the rod of Aaron.
Lead my women back to their home.
"Yes, Lord." Filled and content, I took my position in God's mission field.
Hungry faces graced my bedside.
Clothed in God's mantle, children at my side,
I prepared breakfast.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
ANewYearOfHomeSchooling
I am looking forward to a fun time of homeschooling this year :)
My middle child is beginning First Grade this year, and will be practicing his writing as well as reading and we will use some of the My Father's World materials to enhance his learning. My oldest child will be doing 6th grade work with A Beka Curriculum this year, and exploring Engineering (his current future-career interest.) I am also doing some Kindergarden Prep. with my Preschooler, Misses soon-to-be-Three :) This will be an eventful year and I am planning on resting in God's grace as much as I can during all of it ;) I am pretty sure the boys will be on bowling leagues and do swimming, and I may do Mommy&Me classes with Grace later in the year.
My middle child is beginning First Grade this year, and will be practicing his writing as well as reading and we will use some of the My Father's World materials to enhance his learning. My oldest child will be doing 6th grade work with A Beka Curriculum this year, and exploring Engineering (his current future-career interest.) I am also doing some Kindergarden Prep. with my Preschooler, Misses soon-to-be-Three :) This will be an eventful year and I am planning on resting in God's grace as much as I can during all of it ;) I am pretty sure the boys will be on bowling leagues and do swimming, and I may do Mommy&Me classes with Grace later in the year.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Hi :) I felt badly about missing posting here for awhile,but,I wonder if anyone has even missed me posting? I felt like I was posting so much about our home schooling endeavors onto he other blog, that it was taking up too much space. But, I don't know how many have heard about this blog, or if anyone is even reading it! Lol! If you do read this blog,could you leave a comment and let me know? I may just lay down this blog, and continue to go ahead and post about home schooling as it comes up, on the other blog if no one really seems to be blessed by this one. Do let me know! And, I hope you had a great homeschooling day! ;)
Monday, October 22, 2007
This poem made me cry~!~ by Grafted Branch.
Small Things
My darlings...
When you are grown
And doing big things,
Who will you be?
Where is this path to take you?
Will you be a frugal homemaker
That blesses her husband
With a lovely space to call home?
A place of calm and care, respect and regard
That he can't wait to come home to each night.
Will you educate your children at home,
Teaching them first to seek Christ's righteousness,
Trusting Him to then provide for your every need?
Helping your children see past themselves--
To be like Christ--
To look toward serving the needs of others.
Will you be an author
Who weaves her words to bring beauty
Or wisdom
Or companionship to her readers?
Will you be a musician
Bringing the most beautiful language of all
To large crowds or small congregations?
Will you invite youngsters into your home
And pass on your skill and knowledge as have
Musicians for thousands of years before you?
Will you design buildings
With wonderful rooms and stairs and drawbridges
As you do with your brissle blocks
And Lincoln Logs?
Will you offer your members an instrument of the Lord
For the healing of the sick?
Will you be the soul on the other side
Of the call button?
The one that comes running
To offer care, concern or comfort.
When you are grown and gone
And busy being the wife,
The mother,
The educator,
The writer,
The musician,
The mentor
The architect,
Or the nurse,
You won't remember
The hard work you're doing today.
It's the hard work of learning your letters,
And the patience you practice in writing your numbers.
You won't remember how long it took you to
Recognize the difference between "d" and "b" and "p,"
And you won't have any recollection of
How many times you sounded out "that" and "and."
You won't remember a time
When you didn't know
How to decipher the code of the musical staff.
You won't recall flashcards and drills and
"Naming the notes."
You won't remember feeding the dog.
Or cleaning the dishes.
You won't know what I'm talking about
When I reminisce about the months and years
It took to develop your habits of discipline.
And you'll wonder who I'm speaking of
When I amuse myself with the memory
Of your "little brain" and
How you tried so hard to make it grow fast
As you tried so hard to remember to pick up your toys.
I hope you won't remember how many thousands of times
I told you to take your thumb out of your mouth.
You won't remember your intricate block buildings.
You won't remember counting black beans
Or naming the Math-U-See rods...
One pea
Two carrots
Three little pigs
Four bananas
Five glasses of water
Six plums
Sevenilla
ChocoEight
Nine scoops of mint-chocolate chip ice cream
You won't remember copywork.
You won't remember making your first salt-dough map.
You won't remember when you first knew
That "ph" says "ffff," and that "tion," says "shun."
When you are grown and gone and doing big things,
You won't remember how hard you worked for every. little. step. here and now.
But I'll remember for you. I promise.
Posted by Grafted Branch @ Restoring the Years
Small Things
My darlings...
When you are grown
And doing big things,
Who will you be?
Where is this path to take you?
Will you be a frugal homemaker
That blesses her husband
With a lovely space to call home?
A place of calm and care, respect and regard
That he can't wait to come home to each night.
Will you educate your children at home,
Teaching them first to seek Christ's righteousness,
Trusting Him to then provide for your every need?
Helping your children see past themselves--
To be like Christ--
To look toward serving the needs of others.
Will you be an author
Who weaves her words to bring beauty
Or wisdom
Or companionship to her readers?
Will you be a musician
Bringing the most beautiful language of all
To large crowds or small congregations?
Will you invite youngsters into your home
And pass on your skill and knowledge as have
Musicians for thousands of years before you?
Will you design buildings
With wonderful rooms and stairs and drawbridges
As you do with your brissle blocks
And Lincoln Logs?
Will you offer your members an instrument of the Lord
For the healing of the sick?
Will you be the soul on the other side
Of the call button?
The one that comes running
To offer care, concern or comfort.
When you are grown and gone
And busy being the wife,
The mother,
The educator,
The writer,
The musician,
The mentor
The architect,
Or the nurse,
You won't remember
The hard work you're doing today.
It's the hard work of learning your letters,
And the patience you practice in writing your numbers.
You won't remember how long it took you to
Recognize the difference between "d" and "b" and "p,"
And you won't have any recollection of
How many times you sounded out "that" and "and."
You won't remember a time
When you didn't know
How to decipher the code of the musical staff.
You won't recall flashcards and drills and
"Naming the notes."
You won't remember feeding the dog.
Or cleaning the dishes.
You won't know what I'm talking about
When I reminisce about the months and years
It took to develop your habits of discipline.
And you'll wonder who I'm speaking of
When I amuse myself with the memory
Of your "little brain" and
How you tried so hard to make it grow fast
As you tried so hard to remember to pick up your toys.
I hope you won't remember how many thousands of times
I told you to take your thumb out of your mouth.
You won't remember your intricate block buildings.
You won't remember counting black beans
Or naming the Math-U-See rods...
One pea
Two carrots
Three little pigs
Four bananas
Five glasses of water
Six plums
Sevenilla
ChocoEight
Nine scoops of mint-chocolate chip ice cream
You won't remember copywork.
You won't remember making your first salt-dough map.
You won't remember when you first knew
That "ph" says "ffff," and that "tion," says "shun."
When you are grown and gone and doing big things,
You won't remember how hard you worked for every. little. step. here and now.
But I'll remember for you. I promise.
Posted by Grafted Branch @ Restoring the Years
"I must be reminded annually, at least, that the less I rely on the pressing time structure of my curricula, the more learning weaves its way into the fabric of our days. Those are the best days..." ....this helpful little reminder written by Grafted Branch @ http://restoringtheyears.blogspot.com.
I so needed this little reminder today.
I so love to stick to my little(ok, rather large)planbook,
but today I told the boys and the little girly that we are
going to take a walk in the museum's park and feed the ducks
some leftover stale bread this morning, before
we begin our schoolwork.
They jumped in excitement at the idea!
Grace brought her little pink dolly stroller with her
My Little Pony plush toy in it and walked it around the path.
I wish I had thought to bring the camera...
Ty is currently reading about Asia, the largest continent on the whole Earth.
An interesting fact Tyler just told me: "Did you know that India and China are almost completely different and yet they are in the same continent, kind of like how Joshua and me are so different and yet we are in the same family... it kind of stinks." Lol. I have to go talk to him about loving his brother now ;).....
I so needed this little reminder today.
I so love to stick to my little(ok, rather large)planbook,
but today I told the boys and the little girly that we are
going to take a walk in the museum's park and feed the ducks
some leftover stale bread this morning, before
we begin our schoolwork.
They jumped in excitement at the idea!
Grace brought her little pink dolly stroller with her
My Little Pony plush toy in it and walked it around the path.
I wish I had thought to bring the camera...
Ty is currently reading about Asia, the largest continent on the whole Earth.
An interesting fact Tyler just told me: "Did you know that India and China are almost completely different and yet they are in the same continent, kind of like how Joshua and me are so different and yet we are in the same family... it kind of stinks." Lol. I have to go talk to him about loving his brother now ;).....
Friday, October 19, 2007
We continued our studies into missionary work in today's world after the regular subjects of study were covered,and it was so sweet to see the heart for evangelism that is sparking in my oldest child's heart; with the sin struggles that beset him and he cannot *seem* to get any ground on, it is so encouraging to see God working in this fresh, unexpected way! I know that,in my own life, there are areas of sin that I will probably always struggle with as well ('till I'm in Heaven,)and yet God still chooses to work through me, to bless people and spread the word about Him, despite all of that. This sheds new light on 'He chooses the weak and the foolish to confound the wise'! There is no doubt that a child is weak and foolish according to the world's standards, but we as adults are weak and foolish too because we don't have God's wisdom and we recognize our weakness and our foolishness as gifts because they push us closer to God. We see our need for a Savior!!
Ty has confessed previously that he has not been sure that he could have a missionaries heart, because he would be too afraid to put his life in danger in order to tell others about Jesus. And I have prayed that God would bless him with a spirit of bravery, of unwavering trust in the Lord. Today during Bible reading time he told me that he thinks he is not afraid anymore, that the fear he once had has been overtaken by a supreme burden for the state of people's souls who need to hear about Jesus. He said that he trusts God to take care of him if he wants to travel as a missionary someday, even if it means prosecution for him in a new, scary way. I asked him if he remembered and understood fully how many Christians have been martyred and prosecuted for God in the past, and are being martyred and prosecuted now, how common it is (we have been going through the Fox's book of martyr's for some time now, a story at a time, and we are subscribers to Voice of Martyr's free magazine, you can check them out at http://www.persecution.com, which we read monthy and pray after reading for all the Christians being persecuted in the world, so he has been educated in this,) and he said that he did understand it,that he knew it was God's will what happened to those men and women and that if he were to die, that this would be God's will too. Tears were streaming down my face as he also said that God turns all things meant for evil into GOOD.!!!
My heart is just so overfilled with !Thanks! to God, for His provision of a Godly pastor, and his family, for us to learn from and for His plan to use parents(as regular, sinful people) to train up and raise these children's hearts and minds in a way that is the way that they should go-the right way; to train them to trust in God, as imperfect at that as we yet are. His promises, His ways, seem as foolishness to the world and yet look agaian: it was His plan that saved us all and it is His Holy Spirit that guides us daily to trust in Him; His grace that gives us the strength to do the right things every day when doing the right things is hard. Thanks to Him, for saving me, I can now teach my son about Jesus and about God's call to all of us believers to 'go forth and baptise the nations..." With a heart full of faith,I see Ty doing just that in the future years to come. Thank You, Lord!
Ty has confessed previously that he has not been sure that he could have a missionaries heart, because he would be too afraid to put his life in danger in order to tell others about Jesus. And I have prayed that God would bless him with a spirit of bravery, of unwavering trust in the Lord. Today during Bible reading time he told me that he thinks he is not afraid anymore, that the fear he once had has been overtaken by a supreme burden for the state of people's souls who need to hear about Jesus. He said that he trusts God to take care of him if he wants to travel as a missionary someday, even if it means prosecution for him in a new, scary way. I asked him if he remembered and understood fully how many Christians have been martyred and prosecuted for God in the past, and are being martyred and prosecuted now, how common it is (we have been going through the Fox's book of martyr's for some time now, a story at a time, and we are subscribers to Voice of Martyr's free magazine, you can check them out at http://www.persecution.com, which we read monthy and pray after reading for all the Christians being persecuted in the world, so he has been educated in this,) and he said that he did understand it,that he knew it was God's will what happened to those men and women and that if he were to die, that this would be God's will too. Tears were streaming down my face as he also said that God turns all things meant for evil into GOOD.!!!
My heart is just so overfilled with !Thanks! to God, for His provision of a Godly pastor, and his family, for us to learn from and for His plan to use parents(as regular, sinful people) to train up and raise these children's hearts and minds in a way that is the way that they should go-the right way; to train them to trust in God, as imperfect at that as we yet are. His promises, His ways, seem as foolishness to the world and yet look agaian: it was His plan that saved us all and it is His Holy Spirit that guides us daily to trust in Him; His grace that gives us the strength to do the right things every day when doing the right things is hard. Thanks to Him, for saving me, I can now teach my son about Jesus and about God's call to all of us believers to 'go forth and baptise the nations..." With a heart full of faith,I see Ty doing just that in the future years to come. Thank You, Lord!
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