Just why is Christian Homeschooling 'to the glory of God?'
Christian Homeschooling is to God's glory because parents are seeking to
teach their children from a perspective that honors God as who He is,GOD.
God over all, creator, redeemer, the life-giving vine that noursishes His people- all of us,His branches.
In this schooling, we teach Creationism. We teach our children that the theory of Evolution has one very big flaw- a flaw that cancels it out- that flaw is that this theory of creation and adaption leaves out God. We teach our children that we are to love one-another as God first loved us, to serve and comfort one-another in our needs as God never ceases to serve and comfort us. We teach them that the order God loves and ordained is celebrated in Mathematics, and in Science. We teach them to use their creative minds, such as God gifted us with, in His image. We may do a lot of the same things as the world's educational system does them, with one holy exception: we honor God in all that we do, we acknowledge Him and Praise Him, we say it is Ok to talk about Him and His commandments!, we learn His way's and not the way's of the world.
Christian Homeschooling honors the mother's exceptionally important role in the home.
The position of the Homeschool teacher is one filled with women who boast in and trust in Jesus' Christ's redeeming work on the cross. We raise our children up for Him as we lovingly teach our children the ABC's and the 123's, how to walk as a believer in this sometimes dark world, how to be a light on a hilltop.
For these reasons, and so many more, God is glorified through our Christian Homeschooling. Be encouraged, mothers, for this is our heartwarming task- though we are sinners through and through still God allows us to partake with Him in this glorious task of raising our children, part of the next generation, up to know Him, honor Him, love Him, and love His commandments.
Friday, October 3, 2008
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 ;).....
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