It’s finally official. After years of going back and forth, and even starting the process of enrolling HF in kindergarten, we have decided to homeschool her. It’s weird (to me, anyway) how God speaks to us sometimes. As I walked into the school building to take HF for her THREE HOUR testing, I was filled with an immediate sense of dread. Not sadness at her growing up so quickly, that is always present, but dread: like I was doing something wrong. I wasn’t allowed to stay with her so I went back to the office and watched the time s-l-o-w-l-y go by. As I drove around to pick her up a certainty filled me and I knew what God was telling me.
He was telling me that He gave her to ME, not to anyway one else. He told me that I need to trust His reasoning, whether or not I understood the why, and follow Him. After I accepted this, and talked it over with Chuck, God filled my whole being with peace. I know it won’t always be easy, but I also know that if I’m following His will I can never go wrong.