Do you reminisce about when you were little and think, “Wow, I wanna go back to that.” Whether it’s because you want that innocence again, or the times were just plain better back then. Remembering the car trips around the country, seeing all the different places.. Colorado, South Dakota, Ohio, Indiana, Missouri, Mississippi, ect.
Being homeschooled was fun, but it wasn’t my first schooling. I started in private until 2nd grade. My shortest term at school happened next, at a public elementary school. I was bullied, and I absolutely hated being there. After two-three months, my mom took us out and homeschooled us. I went back to private for 5th and 6th grade where I learned some things I definitely want to pass down to my kids, to of course later teach their kids. We tried the local public school for my 7th grade, but again, I absolutely hated it. My mom let me homeschool again for 8th grade, and she (or my father) would check my work. Then in high school ( only went to the local high school for freshman and sophomore year) it was probably the worst. I was on the swim team for the two years I went, and I had orchestra ( I played the violin back then) for three. Even though I homeschooled for junior and senior year I still went to orchestra for my 3rd year. I didn’t have many friends in high school, and it turns out that half of them that I thought were my friends, weren’t really at all. Not to mention the harassment that I received, and would rather wish to forget.
The present is, now I have had a house of my own for almost a year now. I have two dogs and feel like I am buried in housework and renovations that still need to be done. Its kind of my own fault for pushing it off, or doing a little and then getting distracted to do something else. I am trying to be more diligent in a lot of things. I work, and I come home, I do what I can and try to spend time with family and my dogs. Doing something I know they will enjoy, or help them. Like recently, dog swimming. One of my dogs, the rescue actually, has got to be part fish. She absolutely loves being in the water, but my other one is still hesitant to spend more than a minute in the pool. They are both in obedience training, and doing pretty well. The rescue started late, of course, but she’s learning.
But I always find myself wondering about the future. Planning, if I can. Like what will I name my kids, but what will my husband be like. Will he be as close to my family as I am? Will his family like me? But I have to keep in mind that I can’t depend on my own plans. That God has His plans for me, and I should follow them to fulfill my purpose. The purpose that He has for me.
“But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead; I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.”
Philippians 3:12-14