A Verse Hid in Our Hearts…B is for…
“Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all His benefits, who forgives all your iniquity, who heals all your diseases, who redeems your life from the pit, who crowns you with steadfast love and mercy, who satisfies you with good so that your youth is renewed like the eagles.” Psalm 103:2-5
A Hymn to Impart…“Sweet Hour of Prayer”
A Sweet Little Prayer…“Lord, Teach a Child”
A Poem to Share…“The Frog and The Bird”
How Our Week Was Spent
B is for Black Crowned Night Heron. We saw one on the coconut tree next to our lanai. It just landed there and wasn’t doing anything wrong but a bunch of Mynah birds got mad at it anyway and started flying around it’s head and yelling at it. The Heron wasn’t even afraid though because it was way bigger than all the Mynah birds combined. But finally it got tired of all their squaking and just flew off. Then all the Mynah birds landed right where he had been sitting and just sat their gossiping about him (by Titus, 9 1/2 and Joel, 8).
We painted our own wooden birds. Mom painted one for Gideon because he is too little to paint or do school. Also I got an A on my first spelling test (by Nate, 6).
The cute little kit we painted our birds from also included a dozen or so little leaves. The picture on the box showed them in beautiful, cool, green hues scattered among the brightly colored birds. But when my oldest son and I sat down to paint them I couldn’t help but splash on warm autumnal shades of gold and orange and red. This, and an involuntary squeal of delight when I spied candy corn in the grocery ad this week might clue you in to the fact that I am a true lover of Fall. Once dried, however, my pretty little autumn leaves looked sadly out of place in their tropical environs, just like the gilded evergreens and inflatable snowmen in the shopping centers will in a few months. The truth is, all the cheap, artificial decorations and warm and fuzzy Starbucks flavorings in the world can never truly usher in a change of seasons here. Hawaii is, and always will be, endless summer.
Homeschooling is also a season. The all-consuming fullness of days that is having children in the house 24/7 will pass just like every other season of life. And when it is over and the results have been tried in the fire, I want to know that the work I have done is at least authentic. I can decorate a school room, buy glittering educational products, and keep my students busy for hours doing worksheets but that doesn’t make for a real education anymore than a Pumpkin Spice Latte makes for Fall.
In the light of eternity, I don’t want any of what we are learning to look cheaply out of place. I don’t want to be distracted by the endless amassing of facts. I want to have constantly as my goal the very real, authentic knowledge that only comes from deeply-rooted fear of Lord and a genuine delight in His works.