I’ve been really quiet here this summer—not that life hasn’t been full, giving me lots to write about. Perhaps you won’t mind if I write about it in past tense?
On June 9, 2017, we celebrated our oldest son Andrew’s high school graduation.
Along with several home school families, we planned a special evening of dinner, photo shoots, singing, speeches and many congratulations.
How encouraging it has been to walk this home school journey with these families.
This also marks my twelve and a half year career as Teacher-Mom; 12 1/2 years of God’s grace displayed in our lives.
Andrew has always been a determined, hardworking, hands-on person with a variety of interests. He was never content to just write down an answer; he had to make sure he understood.
He is our oldest and with that comes a journey of firsts: blessed privileges but also the fumblings and bumblings of finding our way.
So, despite being a super proud mom, I spent some days in June with tears pleading for more of God’s grace. That God would forgive the times I’d gotten frustrated and failed miserably. That He would restore the areas I’d fallen short, when I wasn’t who I should’ve been and didn’t do what I should’ve done.
That God would continue to give me grace to be a good mom to this fine, capable nearly-adult young man.
Grace to press on and both be found faithful in His service…unto forever.
He only is my rock and my salvation: He is my defence; I shall not be moved. Psalm 62:1,2
I will praise the Lord, who counsels me; I will keep my eyes always on the Lord. Psalm 16:7,8