A Time to Pray: The Long Walk to Homeschool




Call to Me and I will answer you and show you great and mighty things, fenced in and hidden, which you do not know (do not distinguish and recognize, have knowledge of and understand). Jeremiah 33:3 AMP

We walked around the block three times. By the fourth time, we knew we were walking into new territory. See I had been a stay-at-home mom for 4 1/2 years. My oldest son, now five, had launched us into the world of choosing kindergartens. After much research, charter school lotteries and open houses, we finally found a fit. A public elementary school with great academic reviews, near our home and very friendly, involved parents and principal. However,


I let my husband in on my thoughts as I continued to fill out the enrollment forms, get doctors’ signatures, and set up emergency contacts. A week before school would start, on the last day of enrollment, in front of the school, I faced a quandary. Do we send our son here for kindergarten or do we homeschool? The stakes were high. If we did not enroll him now, he lost his spot and there was no guarantee he would be chosen for the lottery again next year. Yet I did not feel at ease enrolling him. It was do or die. Well not really die but “do” or “do something else”.

Two weeks or so earlier I had devised a “wise and responsible” plan to send my son to public school for kindergarten and use the year as my “preparation” for homeschool to start in first grade. Sounds good, right? Yet I was uneasy. I knew that whatever choice we made, God would honor and bless. But that was not good enough. I wanted God’s best for our son and family and the nudge or discomfort in my heart tipped the scale toward prayer. So that we did. We walked and prayed around the area of the school until clarity surfaced.



First Walk Around: I am reminded of the bible story of Hannah in the book of I Samuel and her steadfast commitment to trusting God with her son.
This was not random. I had studied the story of Hannah for a Facebook page I started called “The Praying Mothers Club“. It was a case of God making his Word applicable to my life by connecting the dots with what I was studying. Hannah placed an incredible value on her relationship with God to literally give her young son away to His service. We could certainly begin to let go of the reins recognizing the capability of God to teach and instruct our son no matter what we chose to do. A layer of unrest dissolved under this revelation.

Second Walk Around: Strongholds were identified as the culprits to the unrest toward homeschool now. God was not saying ‘no’ to homeschool.
Oh the fears! Thoughts like: He will miss the first day of Kindergarten experience, being away from home experience, sitting at a desk experience, making friends experience. The “system” that is school is all I knew until 5 years ago when the concept of homeschooling was introduced to me as a new mom. I recoiled at the idea of it back then. Although I had only immersed myself in the homeschool world for approximately 6 months via conferences and informative, inspirational blogs like Simple Homeschool, iHomeschool Network, Home Education Council of America, etc.  and was sold out on the benefits, It was hard to let go of the only thing I knew for something new and untouched or unproven in my immediate life. However, another layer of unrest dissipated as light exposed the chains we were living with.

Third Walk Around: Naturally, we prayed to be free of those strongholds that were being disguised as precaution. All the experiences I was afraid he would miss slowly downsized under the mounting memories I envisioned we would make beyond the school building. A lifestyle of learning gained traction in my mind and heart. I looked forward to the good and bad of it all. I imagined it would be messy, disorderly, scary, adventurous, freeing, engaging and rewarding. The doubt was burning away and I was accepting the call. It did not mean all the fears were gone. But they were exposed and being lined up for the firing squad. However, they weren’t going down without a fight. (which I will share about in a later post). But the decision was no longer a difficult one.

Remember my “wise and responsible” plan to forego homeschool 1 year to “prepare”? It turned out to be a crutch to support my fears. I rationalized a way to stay in familiar territory. I was holding on to the old when God was showing me the new. It was just an excuse that could not hold up under the pressure of committed prayer.

By the fourth time we walked around, we knew life was about to shift.


So, we walked into that school’s front office and withdrew our son’s name from their list. He was never officially enrolled so it wasn’t necessary from an administrative perspective but it was a necessary step for my husband and I to take into this new territory—- homeschool.

When I look back at the steps that lead us to this decision and the incredible fruit from it, I can not deny it as Plan A for my family and I.

The challenges are far from over. Now we have to live this decision out. YEP! The rubber has met the road, the fat has hit the grease, our money is where our mouth is… It’s on! And we are still praying. One. Step. At. A. Time.

How has God opened your eyes to changes you are afraid to make?

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