the calling to teach.

2 years ago I felt a little prick; I thought what in the world?  Then it didn’t go away; I said, Lord, am I feeling this way because you have surrounded me with so many of these moms?  He affirmed, have you wondered why I put you in the paths of these moms?  My daughter, it is so you would know that I was calling you as well.  And with these handpicked women just for you, they will come alongside you and encourage you… you will see, my child.  Lord, please, You must know that if this is True then you must change my husband as well… and I can just go on about my way until then, but You have asked me to pray for him in this and so I will.  My kids are fine, they love school… Christ spoke “yes I know, but only for now.”   That was the clincher, so I started to pray, even harder.  Then I started sharing my heart with my sweet mentor’s what God is asking of me.  I will never forget, I had a special friend say to me “what’s holding you back Rachel?”  Hmmmm, well, with a big gulp; my husband is not really on board. She understood but with an assured look. A couple months went by and I spoke to Gary; he said seemingly receptive, you have told me about this a few times before honey. Honestly I never remembered speaking to him about it but I suppose in baby increments I let him know my heart.  Another week or so went by and he came to me “I think you may be homeschooling sooner than you think.”  I thought what in the world do you mean… I didn’t know that was an option.  Well, this Ebola is starting to creep into the United States.  I looked at him in shock.  I thought “Wow Lord, You used this disease to bring him to a decision to homeschool?”  Awesome!  I was like, oh my goodness, this could be a reality… and so I kept praying because now I was excited. Then a couple weeks later it was a beautiful Coronado sunny day as usual and Gary invited one of our worship leaders over to hang out on the roof to enjoy a cigar. I was busy that day but happened to walk up there as they were in conversation about how that guy had grown up on the island and went to the schools here and graduated from Coronado High.  So Gary was enthralled and said, oh that’s awesome so I bet you can’t wait to have kids and send them to these schools?  He replied, no way, my kids aren’t going to these schools. Gary immediately replied “why? Aren’t these the best of the best?”  Of course that’s what everyone says, but I’ve been there, I’ve seen what goes on, and it’s the same as any other school; it’s an institution that projects their agenda on the kids and they grow up having to do everything so standard and having to meet the same expectations when kids are gifted differently, they thrive in different situations but you would never know that if they are injected into an institution where everything is essentially done the same for everyone.  As I am sitting there watching this God Blessed conversation go down, I was in awwww of Christ Jesus and His love for me.  Gary’s face looked like it had just seen a ghost and in that moment I knew God had completed His work in Gary.  That evening we spoke about the conversation that took place and we began to visualize the gift of homeschooling.  And he was done.  It was never about an incident, it was a dedicated calling from our Lord and He brought it to fruition because of watching the faithfulness and obedience of His blessed adult children.

“You shall therefore impress these words of mine on your heart and on your soul; and you shall bind them as a sign on your hand, and they shall be as frontals on your forehead. You shall teach them to your sons, talking of them when you sit in your house and when you walk along the road and when you lie down and when you rise up. You shall write them on the doorposts of your house and on your gates,…” Deuteronomy 11:18-20

beautiful babies

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