Have You Ever Been Kidnapped?

When someone takes a child away from his parents against their will, without any provocation, what do we call it?

Kidnapping, of course. Right?

So why are we okay with the government taking our children away from us and locking them into unarmed-police-state type institutions?

Oh, yes, we did vote, long ago, for free, compulsory education. We overlooked the fact that “compulsory” is not free.

Now we see.

Good has come from the schools of long ago, including the intended results that all US citizens enjoy a common language and all voter be well-educated.

The big idea, that all voters be well-educated is slipping away, fast.

As is the common language that made us so strong.

Although I tend to reminisce a lot about the good ol’ days, I must realize we are not there, anymore. The idea of the states controlling their own educational systems was good, but is fading as Uberama takes over.

These days have big troubles that have stemmed from the good ol’ days when folks trusted so much, they even forgot what they learned in school and began trusting the government. For some reason, they did not know that government of the people, by the people, and for the people would not be what we would get from an education that is of, by, and for the government.

Instead, we now have the government killing as many babies as it can, then appropriating more and more money for brainwashing the few who remain.

As our government attacks us more every day, we need to hug our children ever closer to our sides, like the targets of kidnapping they have become.

Unhappy child.


What can I say? It was free. Now it’s gone. And…

“Although I tend to reminisce a lot about the good ol’ days, I must realize we are not there, anymore.”

Go home.

Smarter than a worm? Hmmm?


Earthworms! (Photo credit: goosmurf)

My daughter-in-law is an avid fisher.

One day, I watched her teaching her three-year-old how to find earthworms. She was about to show him the most exciting thing he had ever seen.

But she wants to teach him to come to her without fanfare. So, in a normal tone of voice, she told my grandson to come to her.

He always wonders what Mom has for him, regardless of what it appears to be and regardless of her tone when she calls.

Outward appearances were unexciting that morning. Mom wanted him to look at dead leaves.

What he found, though, was a thrill—several worms lived under that debris and squirmed to evade exposure.

Mom picked up a worm and handed it to him. Although he did not enjoy touching it, I noticed a couple of times that day, he sidled over to that leafy area and scuffed his shoe through it, as Mom had done, and examined the ground.

Lesson learned.

Worms are smart enough to set up housekeeping in some type of shelter. They are not too particular, but it must meet their food and water needs. Although they crawl out when they think conditions are safe, they spend most of their lives hidden. Their secluded world helps them thrive.

Maybe we can learn from the worms.

We set up our homes to help us thrive. We choose colors with care and arrange furnishings according to plans. Our curtains help us adjust the lighting, as do our lamps. The thermostat reflects not only our need for comfort, but also our beliefs about saving energy. We provide scented candles. We stock the pantry and closets.

Then do we spend most of our lives elsewhere?

After establishing the  best environment for us, do we ship our children to a place that is not cozy? Do we drop them off where the ambience ranges from putrid to sterile to inane? Do we force them to forgo candlelight for the blaze of the fluorescent tube?

And do they thrive? I mean, do they grow to be the best they could possibly be?

And how can we know?

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Are You Awake Like This Lady?

Homeschooler challenging The Leaning Tower of ...I have permission to use a recent inspiring fb post from a brand new homeschooling mom, here. She’s asked that I change her name, and I am happy to provide her that security because I am so happy to share this sweet content with my readers!

See if you haven’t felt this way before:

I just had a moment, a very weird, sort of life changing moment.

I can’t think of anyone who would understand this moment better than you, my fellow homeschoolers.

Everything in my brain just sort of changed. I keep saying, “I’m homeschooling,” and, “I’m homeschooling because (insert many reasons here.)”

But as much as I’ve been saying it, I haven’t really believed it.

I’m not sure that even makes sense?

We’ve been schooling now for two weeks. It’s been different and it’s been somewhat difficult to adjust to, coming out of public school.

Just now, for no real reason at all, everything just clicked and I realized: “Holy cow—we are actually doing this.”

We are not talking about it anymore. We are not planning it anymore.

We are actually doing it, and I’m suddenly overwhelmed with a feeling of such intense purpose I can hardly stand it.

I suddenly understand my role as a mother. I have this mission, this purpose with my children that I’ve never really felt before. I’m not just feeding them, or cleaning up after them. I’m training them, and I’m serving God in doing so.

I can’t even explain how full my heart is right now.

It’s not to say that I didn’t feel like a good mother before, but I can see a purpose to my motherhood, a purpose for our family. I don’t have anybody telling me my purpose or theirs.

The only guidelines I have for my family are God’s.

Nobody is telling me what my five-year-old should be doing, or how my eleven-year-old should be thinking or behaving. Nobody is calling me to tell me my seven-year-old son needs special help with his learning disabilities. Nobody is showing me what I’m doing wrong.

I never realized how rare that is.

All I have are six little children telling me how much they love me. I have a seven-year-old son who isn’t worried about his dyslexia; instead, he’s outside at 10 p.m., playing ninjas in the dark with his sister in the yard—FREEDOM!!!

I know that every moment won’t be as inspiring as this moment I’m having right here, right now, but it’s nice to know that every moment has the potential to be. –Anne Barker

Did you love that or what? I wish I’d been so wise! I merely knew my kids needed to escape–needed rescuing–but this woman has a clear view of all her family is gaining. Blessings on you, Anne Barker, in your new endeavors, and thanks, so much, for so eloquently letting us see into the heart of your wisdom!


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