I am driving my two girls to their private school one chilly January morning in 2006. One is in third grade and the other is in Kindergarten. They are doing very well. I am in my pajamas and in a comfortable common routine. Except, the waters have been stirred, and God is prompting. Change is coming.
I grasp the steering wheel, staring before me as any good driver should. My eyes on the road but my thoughts are on bringing the girls home. After 3 years of private school, I am contemplating homeschooling again.
I am mulling over the words in my mind. How could I give voice to this idea in a manner it will sound best? It is time to let the girls know what Husband and I are considering. My kindergartener has begged almost everyday for me to homeschool her, but it is older sister has made lots of friends and never showed any interest. How do I win her over?
The words are on the tip of my tongue when my eldest, who is the passenger in the seat beside me begins, “Mom, I had a dream last night.”
“Oh yeah? What was it?”, I inquire.
“I had a dream that you told us you were going to homeschool us.
It is okay with me if you do.”
I am awestruck and tongue tied. I continue to peer straight ahead, heart pounding with this realization. I manage to utter a weak, “Oh.” We arrive at school, and I bless the girls and their day. I drive home to continue MY own day, which very soon will be known as OUR day.
If I was not sure before of the life change we were about to make, every ounce of uncertainty was now whisked away by a simple expression of a dream had by a 12 year old girl, inspired by a Holy Omniscient God Who knew what this mama needed, and Who never fails to direct our paths.
