Our Homeschool Journey

I never, from the first day I dropped our oldest off at kindergarten, felt peace about taking my children to school.

I had the constant underlying feeling that my influence was over, that I was expected to be finished with my kids and give them over to strangers to take care of their training and education. I was told that my children are far better off in the hands of professionals; segregated into classrooms of same-aged children, separated from any real connection with family and adults, forced to attach to their peers who were never meant to mentor each other, separated from the elderly who impart the wisdom and knowledge of the past, labeled, numbered, graded, trained to move about at the sound of a bell.

Not only were their days now monopolized by someone else’s agenda, but when they got home their evenings were dictated to us through homework and endless activity that we are told they “need” (soccer, dance, music, etc.). I began to wonder if “schooling” is the same as “education.”

Then God planted in my heart a seed of an idea.

We have chosen not to give our children over to the culture. We have chosen to train, teach, mentor our children ourselves: not “all day, every-other day,” not “half-day, every day,” but 24/7.

Now I’m here to encourage you to question. Your answers may not look like ours —but examine what you take for granted as fact, truth, good, necessary. Challenge what the culture sells you. Question what you believe and why. Seek not the favor and knowledge of man, but the wisdom and heart of God. Investigate, inquire, scrutinize, sift, probe, search.

Every day.

All day.