the thinking blogger award

teacuppamela.pngI don’t get tagged for things very often and the times I have, I haven’t responded with a reply more than a couple of times. So, I’m a bit reluctant to reply or to make a list this time, but I sort of like the premise of the meme and so have decided to make a post regarding “blogs that make me think.” I received two of these Thinking Blogger awards and I do so appreciate the sweet vote of confidence by Catherine at Making it Home and then another by Kay: Bloom Where You’re Planted.

thinking blogger

So I need to consider the five blogs that make me think or that have greatly inspired or influenced me. And it would be simple to just say the two that nominated me -and they do make me think, by the way, and so I will include them in my thanks.

Here’s the way this meme works: This, from
The Thinking Blog

quotebegin.gifThe participation rules are simple:

1. If, and only if, you get tagged, write a post with links to 5 blogs that make you think,
2. Link to this post so that people can easily find the exact origin of the meme,
3. Optional: Proudly display the ‘Thinking Blogger Award’ with a link to the post that you wrote (here is an alternative silver version if gold doesn’t fit your blog).

That was that! Please, remember to tag blogs with real merits, i.e. relative content, and above all – blogs that really get you thinking! It is the first time I am starting something with my blog so I hope it doesn’t come back to haunt me.
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Okay… so I will work on this tomorrow.
I’m thinking, I’m thinking.
Gotta go… children and grand dears need me.
It’s time for ice cream right now—- i..i..it’s… it’s for the children, dontcha know. ;o)

school phobia?

teacuppamela.pngThe enemy’s tactics (to undermine and destroy families) are astonishing. I’ve paid attention to an ongoing story in Germany bcz of the implications here in the States. Young Melissa Busekros was removed from her home bcz her parents were homeschooling her (and her siblings). Consider: Fifteen officers were sent to her home for her removal, and the reason? – “school phobia.” The solution? institutionalize her and evaluate her condition—and another suggestion? remove the remaining five children from the home.

This ought to give great pause to those of us in the States who treasure our responsibilities as parents and the blessing to train them up and educate them at home. For our “right” to homeschool is often threatened by government officials who seek to follow after that pattern set in Germany and the socialist foundation of our own government schools. Think this is a stretch? The German Ministry of Education was instituted by Hitler for the purpose of socialist agenda and to avoid or eradicate parallel societies. Oooooo, could this happen in the States? Consider the foundation of the American public education system and you will have your answer.

Now, today, this brave girl has fled from the “foster home” and has returned to her family… see a Worldnet Daily article.

quotebegin.gifWolfgang Drautz, consul general for the Federal Republic of Germany, has commented on the issue on a blog, noting the government “has a legitimate interest in countering the rise of parallel societies that are based on religion or motivated by different world views and in integrating minorities into the population as a whole.”

Drautz said homeschool students’ test results may be as good as for those in school, but “school teaches not only knowledge but also social conduct, encourages dialogue among people of different beliefs and cultures, and helps students to become responsible citizens.”

Remember… that’s in Germany. Isn’t that a description of the NEA’s goals here in the States? The same dialectic praxis occurs in classrooms around this nation every day. Consider text books that begin (say it with me, now): Millions of years ago… Think of the dialectic praxis of daily indoctrinating children against the Truth in history, in science, in social studies etc., etc. Consider a common practice utilized in schools: group studies, community thought – read: socialism. Consider the indoctrination of “diversity” or “feminism” or “choice.” Ooooooooooo, that’s legalistic… Consider that last week around the country, students at thousands of schools participated in the national “day of silence” (and wore t-shirts to prove it).

And by the way… our family doesn’t protest to have prayer or special privileges be mandated in government schools, or have special rights for Christians or what have you. No… we see those protests as sort of self defeating. Instead, we seek to have our rights as parents secure and maintain the right to home educate.

We believe this is the surest and best way for the liberty of Americans to remain secure. We see the fighting for “rights” in the government school as the door by which all the different “anti Christian” groups have entered along with others more salacious worldly teachings. It’s really why we started homeschooling in the first place, for we knew that there was no way to work around the vain philosophies and indoctrination/teaching of the government schools.

quotebegin.gifBeware lest any man spoil you through philosophy
and vain deceit, after the tradition of men,
after the rudiments of the world, and not after Christ.”
Colossians 2.8

Will it be long before homeschooling families fall under the same law and scrutiny label “School phobia” as is the case in Germany? As a family, in our 18th year of homeschooling, we’ve seen numerous times where homeschoolers were/have been/are being persecuted in this country and we’ve often commented that it is, in part, the NEA homeschool-phobia – that, and a threat to the agenda and a socialized workforce.

Could it be that they know the truth? In part, I believe so—and they hate it. For there is a pervasive rejection (or phobia, if you will) in this country for the things of the Word, the Truths it contains, for moral absolutes, for historical accuracy and for true faith in God and, more specifically, in the Lord Jesus Christ. But Jesus said this would happen, that the world would hate (believers) us. (John 7.7, 15.18, & 1John 3.13)

Homeschoolers have read The [nea] Emperor’s New Clothes.
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Gardening & Browsing blogs today…

teacuppamela.pngI had to come inside from doing yardwork. I’m pretty sure I might have died otherwise. I have aches in places I didn’t know I had muscles or in places I didn’t have muscles. I love to garden but bcz of having surgery last spring, I didn’t do any gardening last year. So… this year I am endeavoring to make up for lost time. I’m pretty sure I will make it…. but in case you don’t see an entry here for awhile, it will be bcz when I go to sleep tonight I may not be able to rise from my bed in the morning. Gardening, like parenting is not a sprint… it truly is a marathon… and I shouldn’t have been away from it so long!

So, I have this large cup of tea and have taken some time aside for some web dabbling. Periodically I take a couple of hours to browse blogs that are dear to me and blogs of those who have visited here. It’s always encouraging to read all the wonderful things families are doing together, memories they’re making and strides they’re taking to train up children in the Way of the Lord. I even watched a few very silly youtube videos by homeschooled boys. Those links originally started with a Cindy Rushton endorsed link: http://www.youtube.com/v/ydE9pEN2FsU for a homeschool conference -online!-

Then I looked through Technorati – Technorati Profile and a few other links. I decided, once again, to not allow myself the luxury tickling itching ears time to read the lengthy letters and blog entries regarding the battles going on between prominent family/homeschool leaders and families. I will just say that when there is a problem, what’s made known is usually only half of half the story. And that quarter is probably distorted a bit by emotion and misunderstanding and, in the end, probably both parties or, in this case many of the parties, are likely going to regret some of the upheaval. We all usually do.

We all usually regret, when a season or two has washed under the bridge, whatever we’ve said in pride and hurt feelings. And, as most scandals go… like house fires, after the spraying’s done and the rubble is sifted, the source of the fire and the cause of the fire is generally determined. Usually, though, when all that’s determined, the bystanders are still standing there saying, so what! that house burned down… that’s the problem!

So, when the fire is reduced to embers and then smoldering ashes, there may well be some leveled “houses” and perhaps some casualties. Sad… bcz the enemy dances when believers war against one another and all the dirty laundry is aired in the middle of town.

P.S.: The “homeschoolers” youtube.com videos were generally silly—and this is not an endorsement of them or anything else that may be on youtube.com. Just sos ya know.

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adding to the thousands of reasons list…

teacuppamela.pngJust when I stopped adding to this weeks entries on the Thousands of Reasons list… I have to add another. In fact, I was sort of considering that maybe I’d set up a page on the site where I would compile snips of articles or links. Maybe I’ll do it… yep, some other day.

So adding to this weeks’ entries (though this one doesn’t top an earlier entry of: murders by classmate), this is yet one more reason to home educate.

This so-called transgender student wants to be Prom King – I suppose this could actually become a few entries, really (on that page of “A Thousand Reasons to Home educate your children”):
1. No proms.
2. No gender confusion.
3. We teach that diversity is what we have in our weekly menus.

Breakfast, for example is one place where we have diversity. One day we have oatmeal, another day we have oatmeal with nuts and dried fruit – for diversity. Lunch, for example, is another place we have diversity. Peanut butter and jelly on wholewheat one day doesn’t mean we’re so closed minded that we might not have peanut butter and honey on wholewheat another day.

Diversity. We have diversity. We also do not have identity problems. We know who we are, what we are, how we are and why we are. We even promote gender identity expression. Seriously. Our g-i-r-l-s wear dresses and our b-o-y-s wear pants. It’s very simple and not at all confusing.

While the principal of the school seemed to commend the g-i-r-l, the principal originally planned to not allow the g-i-r-l to have h-e-r name on the Prom K-I-N-G ballot—but caved to the resistance and hid under the “law” wanting to “do the right thing…” Riiiight.

quotebegin.gifTiffani Sanchez, a science teacher who advises the school’s Gay-Straight Alliance, complained [about the original denying of the “prom King” ballot entry].

“Cinthia is still really learning who she is,” she said. “We want her to know that there’s a safe space for her here and we support her.” [code: we need more lesbians to bolster our own agenda]
On Wednesday, school officials shifted course, saying the district’s lawyers had recommended adding Covarrubias’ name to the ballot to comply with a state law protecting students’ ability to express their gender identity on campus.

“We always want to do the right thing by our students,” Vice Principal Sheila Uriarte said. “This is why we came to this decision.”

The law, passed in 2000, requires schools to protect students from discrimination on the basis of their sexuality, gender or “gender expression.”

As for our home school… “protecting students’ ability to express their gender identity…” on campus anywhere, we’re all for it. They know what it is and know that God created them uniquely -on purpose- for His glory.

Here’s more… links to sites that share this same passion for homeschooling and keeping children *out* of government schools.

A site that gives 101 reasons [and counting] to homeschool your children. And another one. And then one more. I threw in that last one just in case y’all thought I was totally having a bad day. Newp.

It’s a good day here. A really good day. The children are well, secure in their identities and childhood, too! Naomi (in a dress) just baked chocolate chip cookies – learning early that chocolate probably cures whatever ails ya and fresh cookies keep big brothers (in pants) very happy.

Prom king…

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Keeping Score

teacuppamela.pngNone of us think we do it, but we do do it. We keep score. I’ve been thinking about this quite a bit lately as I’ve considered trials friends face,  many letters I receive regarding problems in families, problems with extended family and . And no matter how many times I write it: “… it doesn’t matter… no one’s keeping score.” the truth is still the same. It does matter (and, pssssst: by the way, someone is keeping score.)

I thought of that comment or bit of advice I received a number of years ago- advice I have never forgotten.

Quite a number of years ago, I was commenting about a trouble I was trying to cope with and I happened to notice I was in the company of a mom whose daughter was enduring a fatal condition and faced daily struggles to simply breathe. She responded with empathy when I said I had nothing to complain or fret over considering the life and death matters she and her daughter face and daily contended with. And she told me whatever any woman is facing at the time is big – to her at the time… and that whatever I was facing was big… for me. And she assured me that it was all okay, that no one was keeping score. I’ve never forgotten that bit of advice. So whatever you’re facing – regardless what others do or do not have to deal with – it’s big, it matters. It matters to you.

So, my friends face troubles and attempt to deflect the attention by saying something like, Well… I know I don’t have it as bad as so-n-so, or I really shouldn’t complain, after all, I do have more than I need or more than someone else, or more than I deserve or whatever other “more than” thing they come up with. We need to stop keeping score… I mean, we even keep score by not keeping score or attempting to not keep score. Those statement: “I really shouldn’t complain, but….” really are tabs in a score book.

What we really need to do is take all this stuff to the LORD and say something like, Lord, this really hurts, is hard, feels bad or whatever… and then ask His direction, protection, provision or whatever for whatever the situation is that we face. We so often discount our trouble and attempt to handle it quietly—but it’s actually not quiet at all… it cries out when we least expect it.

So whatever you’ve got going on… it’s big. And… glory be to God that the ground at the foot of the Cross is level. And spacious… go there and see if that’s not so.

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bad days

teacuppamela.pngIt seems that there is no good news these days… the decaying world demonstrates its bent to destruction and we see evidence of this throughout society. O, it’s not just the horrendous murders, the senseless killings, the hostile reactions to the decision to legally protect innocent unborn babies… and it’s not specifically the actions of any one person or group. It’s the pervasive rebellion to a just and holy God who is our Creator and Sovereign LORD.

As I read in the news and some blogs, I find I’m saddened at the insensitivity to spiritual things — or, rather, I should say: Christian things. I suppose it is the preoccupation to spiritual things that has led to all this demise… for the spirit world certainly is real and certainly grips the hearts of men and women all over the world. No… it’s not so much that I am questioning the reality of the dark world [“For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places. Ephesians 6.12] — I’m not specifically so burdened with all that as I am with the apathy and complacency of believers —people who *know* the Truth and yet live as though they never heard – women who know the Word yet seek to live and behave otherwise. Where is the passion for Jesus? Where is joy in and for Him — just for who He is and what He’s done.
I’ve decided to not comment on the stuff in the news… nationally or locally… the murders in Virginia and the atrocities in our local and state government as we continue to see the demise of the family and business. Nor would it serve any valuable purpose to comment on all the rantings that go on in the so-called: “blogosphere.” More than ever I’m seeing that people can refuse to see things they don’t want to see or manufacture ones they want to see. It’s all sort of cyclical, though, and so I guess I sit back and say: this, too, shall pass.

My hint for the day: go be a blessing to someone. Sensational stories probably are just that: sin-sational.

I smile as I think of a bad day… really. I know… nuts. I smile as I think of memories riding along with Kathryn in her car; a zip in to Starbuck$… and the music playing… and there’s a song that always makes me smile and sing. Loudly. With her. Really loud.

Daniel Powter
Bad Day

Where is the moment we needed the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
They tell me your blue skies fade to gray
They tell me your passion’s gone away
And I don’t need no carryin’ on

You stand in the line just to hit a new low
You’re faking a smile with the coffee you go
You tell me your life’s been way off line
You’re falling to pieces every time
And I don’t need no carryin’ on

Because you had a bad day
You’re taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don’t know
You tell me don’t lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don’t lie
You’re coming back down and you really don’t mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

Will you need a blue sky holiday?
The point is they laugh at what you say
And I don’t need no carryin’ on

You had a bad day
You’re taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don’t know
You tell me don’t lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don’t lie
You’re coming back down and you really don’t mind
You had a bad day

(Oooh.. a holiday..)

Sometimes the system goes on the blink
And the whole thing turns out wrong
You might not make it back and you know
That you could be well oh that strong
And I’m not wrong

(yeah…)

So where is the passion when you need it the most
Oh you and I
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost

Cause you had a bad day
You’re taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don’t know
You tell me don’t lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
You’ve seen what you like
And how does it feel for one more time
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

And then I miss Kathryn more. (and by the way… I’m really not sad as this whole post sounds—it’s just a reflection of the day… that’s all)
Gotta go… can you hear me? I’m singing at the top of my lungs… I found “Bad day” on someone’s playlist ;o) on my computer here. Yippee………………………………. a blue sky holiday!
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It’s not too late.

teacuppamela.pngI’m still mulling over and basking in the blessing of the time spent at the Christian Heritage conference this past weekend. I need to take time to review my notes to keep them fresh in my mind and to make application and incorporate the things I noted to apply in our own lives/home. As the speakers said at different times, the things they were teaching or the things we were hearing were not new and were not “original” with them. I agreed… and it’s generally that way: the things we hear at conferences or even in sermons are generally not “new things” but are old things-old truths — framed in a new way or worded in a new way—not distorting the truth or original meaning, but simply amplifying the truth.

I attempted to take copious notes and actually went through a pen full of ink to do so—not bragging, just attempting to convey the volume of note taking. I wanted to post this week some of the thoughts or quotes that were particularly noteworthy and so, here’s one:

quotebegin.gifDon’t renege on your
opportunity to disciple your children.”
Voddie Baucham

So I think on that… and I consider our home, our children, our life. I think of the hundreds of letters I have received at A Christian Home.

Many of us promised before God at the birth of our child(ren) that we would do everything possible to train them up in the fear and admonition of the LORD. We vowed to be faithful to train them, we intended to be the best parents possible, to not make the same mistakes our parents had made or that we, ourselves, had made. And then… well, then, for many of us, life happened and little encroachments happened, little foxes came in and spoiled the vine and we got busy and time passed and days became years that we failed to train up our children in the fear of the LORD and we forgot to remember what we thought we’d never forget to remember and never fail to do.

And you know what? The enemy would have you and me to believe that that’s just too bad. That it’s just too late… too much failure, too many mistakes, too much water has flowed under the bridge of good intentions. But wait. Is that what God would say? Is that the voice of the LORD who ever lives to make intercession for us? No. No, it’s not too late and no one is too far from the LORD and the LORD’s arm is not shortened that it cannot save — not at nine, not at nineteen, not at thirty nine, not at sixty nine and not at ninety nine. The arm of the LORD is not shortened that it cannot save. HE is the redeemer. He IS the redeemer. He is the REDEEMER.

It is not too late to do what the LORD has called and planned for us to do. It’s not.

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