ATI / IBLP my story

Regretful Years: IBLP/ATI

  Drinking from my saucer bcz my cup’s overflowed.  But that doesn’t mean regretful things don’t resurface and flood my mind from time to time. And my mind surely is flooded these days.   From March 2014 ATI / IBLP Tangled Web The ATI / IBLP Mess Unpacking The ATI / IBLP Baggage More ATI […]...
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Blue & White

I love blue and white things.  Blue is my favourite colour.  It’s not my favourite mood, though I struggle with that one.  Sometimes, a lot.  Blue is my favourite for hydrangeas, dishes, gemstones, berries, skies and seas.  And though I mostly prefer to wear pink and black now, navy clothing has long been pretty much […]...
Advanced Training Institute ATI / IBLP Potpourri

More ATI / IBLP Baggage & Freedom

A continuation of posts in a series of thoughts looking back on our life and experiences with the Advanced Training Institute and the Institute in Basic Life Principles (hereafter, ATI / IBLP)… I want to say at the outset, that it wasn’t all bad — ATI / IBLP — for  I cannot really accurately recount […]...
Advanced Training Institute ATI / IBLP Homeschooling Potpourri

Unpacking The ATI / IBLP Baggage

What I’m writing about these days isn’t sensational and isn’t unique to me.  It’s not isolated and it’s not rare — at least not in homeschool and/or conservative Christian circles.  It’s probably going on all over the place to one degree or another.  Most everyone who’s been caught up in a particular group/movement/method comes to […]...
Advanced Training Institute ATI / IBLP

The ATI-IBLP Mess

Every once in awhile there comes a stir on the internet about Bill Gothard or ATI (the Advanced Training Institute) or IBLP  (the Institute in Basic Life Principles).   Welp… things sure are a-stirring… and seem to have finally come to a point of boiling and bubbling over.  If you’re not familiar with all this, […]...
Advanced Training Institute ATI / IBLP

ATI / IBLP Tangled Web

Consider the spider who spins a web and yet begins with no thread.  My friend, Margaret, told me that a long time ago.  I’ve considered it many times.  I’ve considered other sorts of webs through the years, too.  Webs of good intentions.  Webs of ignorance.  Webs of deceit.  Webs of understanding. Webs of desires. Webs […]...