Dear Weary Homeschool Mama,
I spoke with a friend the other day. She was drowning in teens and toddlers.
Just like you.
Another friend and I have been trying to connect, but she’s been running ragged to soccer games, track meets, piano lessons, and kid’s events.
Just like you.
For the past month, the world has felt heavy in my soul.
~The sorrow of a friend who held her baby for only 12 days.
~Another dear sister is battling the wounds left on her children by the people who gave birth to them.
~I’m exhausted from my own middle aged hormones.
~I’ve felt the loneliness of a world who has given up human interaction for screen time.
Just like you.
It’s spring time. Birds are humming. The sun is starting to show it’s face again. The world is waking up. But I’m tired.
Just like you.
Sisters, we are under spiritual attack
The homeschool life can be a lonely one. Little people surround us, all day, every day. While this reality is a tremendous gift and joy, it can also feel isolating. Loneliness makes us feel vulnerable.
Homeschool moms do all the things every mom does. The one difference is our children’s education is almost completely our sole responsibility. Mixing our own insecurities, the doubts we feel at times from family and friends, the day to day decision making and the stakes feel very high. Pressure and anxiety make us crack.
It feels as if our job holds little esteem in society. We make little jokes like, “I have a four year degree and I walk around saying things like, ‘Will you please stop licking your sister’s elbow?'” We do have degrees, but we let our own skills and interests take the back burner to our children’s education. Being forgotten makes us depressed.
The enemy of our soul wants us to stay stuck in loneliness, pressure, anxiety, and depression. He wants to lure us into sin.
We are on the front lines in our homes as homeschool moms. Our enemy, the devil is roaring and prowling looking to devour us and our children and our marriages.
Take heart my sisters, Jesus is the answer.
I’ve been praying for God to give me fresh vision in my walk with Him, in my home, in my life. Thankfully, my God has been quick to answer with encouragement for my soul.
Philippians 3:20-21 “But our citizenship is in heaven. And we eagerly await a Savior from there, the Lord Jesus Christ, who, by the power that enables him to bring everything under his control, will transform our lowly bodies so that they will be like his glorious body.”
When I feel forgotten by the world, overlooked, under appreciated, weary and worn out, God has reminded me that my citizenship lies in another realm, heaven. The Lord Jesus Christ is coming back. Do you hear me friends? He is COMING BACK. He has the power to bring all things under his control.
Satan wants us to stay stuck, discouraged, and wallowing in sin and self pity. We can not stay stuck. We have work to do. There is nothing glamorous about our role as homeschool mom. Today, I listened to narrations, checked copy work, read aloud, corrected spelling errors, and taught Math and History. I emptied my cupboards, wiped down shelves and re-organized my kitchen for the warmer months. I played house, and watched The Waltons, made meals, and did dishes, participated in devotions and played gin rummy. In the back of my mind, I Corinthians 3:12-15 played over and over.
“If anyone builds on this foundation using gold, silver, costly stones, wood, hay or straw, their work will be shown for what it is, because the Day will bring it to light. It will be revealed with fire, and the fire will test the quality of each person’s work. If what has been built survives, the builder will receive a reward. If it is burned up, the builder will suffer loss but yet will be saved—even though only as one escaping through the flames.”
One day, I will stand before Christ and He will look at what I have done with my life, and test the quality of my work. If it survives, I will receive a reward. The task He has set before us is eternal. What we do from day to day is enormously important. And ultimately, it will either survive or burn.
We may not feel like Corrie and Betsy ten Boom loving others in a concentration camp. Bruchko’s persistence in bringing the gospel to South American indigenous tribes who wanted to murder him, may seem a more noble or worthwhile life. If we feel this way, we are totally wrong! Every day, we are called to love and sacrifice when it’s hard. We bring the gospel to children who don’t always want to hear it. Our children don’t always appreciate us and at times treat us poorly.
As I wipe down cupboards, I can wipe them with joy in my heart, and work as if unto the Lord. When a child comes to me for the thousandth time for a drink or a problem or for help, I can love them with the patience and kindness of Christ in me. If I feel lonely and forgotten, I can remember, this world isn’t my home and He will never forget or forsake me. On those desperate and weary days, I MUST remember to cast my anxieties on Him, for He cares for me.
Jesus has already done His job. He never moves away. I need to do my part to respond and submit to His ways. He may or may not change my circumstances. He does however, refresh, empower, fill, and strengthen me to do His will.
When I’m lonely, I remember His love for me.
When I’m weary, I rest in Him.
When I’m depressed, I renew my mind with His precious word.
Press on my friends. Put on God’s armor and fight your enemy. He can not have me! You are not his for the taking! This role we’ve been given is huge. Don’t give up and let your works turn into flames. Lean into Jesus. Let Him love and live through you. You are precious to our Savior, and to me.