The school year is winding to a close…sort of. The younger two kids and I still have one book that we are reading together that we need to finish up. We have to squeeze reading time in on days when middle daughter doesn’t have to work. There’s always work that they do on their own that seems to ooze into “summer vacation.” I’m fine with that. Sometimes things come up during the “school year” that are unforeseen or that just have to take precedence. Sometimes someone gets sick, needs to spend extra time to really understand a subject, etc. That’s the beauty of homeschooling. We can work at our own pace. And if it isn’t done when school is “over,” then it gets done during the summer. And yes, real life has deadlines, and people don’t like it when you don’t meet those deadlines. So far eldest has done just fine transitioning from my more laid back approach to the dual enrollment college classes she took this year (5 of them). She completed them all with As and A+s.
So this week we had one of those days when we just didn’t have any time to read together or get any school work done. We were doing something a little more important. My kids were giving back to our church. We spent a couple hours along with a few other people cleaning church pews and seat covers. (And yuck, yuck, yuck, the grime that came out of or off of all of that. EWWW. I’m going to go out on a limb here and guess that none of it had been so thoroughly cleaned in a long time…probably longer than my deck had gone without being cleaned.) The most entertaining part of the afternoon was as we were winding down with the cleaning and my son and his friend took over the pulpit and lectern to “preach.” Let’s just say that those two could have a future in ministry. (Though not with our staid and restrained congregation.) Some might sniff and say they were being sacrilegious or something, but it was all in good fun and we all had a hearty laugh after an afternoon of work.
Finish #39, God’s Smuggler by Brother Andrew, was one of the books that I read to the younger two. I’m always in awe of people that can just put everything in God’s hands…finances, safety, etc. I’m such a control freak, that even though I try to just put it all in God’s hands, I still like to plan, plan, plan. Putting things into God’s hands was a reoccurring theme of this true story. Even though the story was engaging, what really struck me was something in the epilogue. Apparently God’s Smuggler was required reading in the KGB. They knew what Brother Andrew and his helpers were doing and didn’t stop them. That’s pretty amazing.