“True education is… a spiritual process. It is the nurture of a soul.” – R.L. Dabney, “On Secular Education”
I am not the first person to be convinced that God has a sense of humor.
For example, He created this:
And… equally as funny, He decided to have me homeschool my children.
BUAHHAHAHHAHA. HA HA.
HA.
Me. The really, really, really, REALLY impatient one over here in the corner, waving her arms wildly with the deer-in-the-headlights look on her face. That, and occasionally hitting her head against the wall. Depends on when you look.
Don’t get me wrong. I know this is what we’re supposed to be doing right now. I know that by sacrificing a paycheck, we are investing not only in our children’s academic development, but also (and more importantly) in their spiritual development. We’re doing that whole Deuteronomy 6:6-8 “thang”, and I know it’s all going to be worth it.
(she reminds herself as she begins to bang head repeatedly on kitchen table)
The thing is, I am not a patient person. It doesn’t take much to put me over the edge. My sweet, wonderful, adorable, almost-5-year old child can do it like a pro. All he has to do is respond to my direction… by staring blankly into space, twirling his pencil. “Let’s practice writing your name.” “Okay, Jonah… let’s write now.” “Come on kiddo… this is easy for you. You do it by yourself ten times a day without me even asking you to do it.”
Twenty minutes and three (yep, three) letters later, and I’m looking for a really high window ledge.
Let me clarify: This scenario doesn’t happen every day. Thankfully. Praise Jesus. I mean, that kid does amazingly well 90% of the time. Math? Simple for him, and he loves it. Reading? Great, and in short enough spurts, we get the job done. Music? Not a problem. I’m unbelievably proud of him. Usually. And he’s just too cute when he’s into school:
But his total disinterest — sometimes progressing into crazy whinyness (is that even a word?) — probably happens about once a week (and usually involves handwriting), and when it does, I might as well throw in the towel for the whole day. Because the alternative is losing my patience… and my temper… and a bit of my mind.
But this is how God works, isn’t it? You pray for strength, and He puts you through a trial wherein you must lean on Him for strength. You pray that you would follow His will, and He throws you into the proverbial fire wherein His will is clear, but oh so difficult to follow. You pray for patience, and more often than not He leads you into situations wherein the exercise of patience is impossible without Him.
I get it. I get it. Really, I do.
It doesn’t make it any easier, but I get it.
I know that educating my children isn’t just about THEIR spiritual development, about nurturing their little souls. It’s also about mine… my spiritual development, my soul. It’s about how God is refining me, growing me, sanctifying me. And bringing me closer to Him, so that I’ll not only accept His teaching, but I’ll do so with joy. With praise. And yes, with laughter. ‘Cause frankly, it just has to make you laugh… that He would take someone as woefully inadequate, as ridiculously impatient, as me… and make me teach handwriting to a four-year old.
So I’ll continue to pray for patience. Even when I know what’s going to come my way as a result. And I’ll take the laughs when they come. Thankfully, they come pretty often.
No, I’m not the first person to realize that God has a sense of humor. And I’m learning to laugh with Him. 🙂
-Nikki