I’ve been on this road less traveled for a long time now. It has been a beautiful journey. A journey made beautiful because of those I
share it with – my children.
I’ve learned much on the way. I’ve learned much about the typical and the
not quite so typical homeschooling journey.
I’ve learned much about myself too.
Here is the secret of my heart…there is nothing special
about me.
Others comment that it must be so because they couldn’t do
it.
I wasn’t born to do this.
God called me to it. He shaped me
for the journey as I traveled along the path.
There were many forks along the way and mountains to climb. Many times I was tired – too tired to go on.
In obedience, I marched on.
I spent much time in the desert. There were dry, arid times where I wondered
if I’d taken the right path.
My resolve only grew and I continued on.
I discovered the further I traveled, the easier it became. The mountains faded away and the forks fewer.
The desert became an oasis. The landscape was lush and the views
magnificent. A delightful fragrance filled the air. My efforts began to bear
fruit with the sweetest nectar I’ve ever known.
This journey was never about me but the fruits of my labor.
