A few weeks ago I read, “Rocket Boys: a Memoir” by Homer H. Hickam. It made me laugh, and it made me cry. It also made me ask myself, what kind of determination does it take to learn something difficult in order to achieve a dream?
If I were failing algebra, would I want to learn trigonometry and calculus?
BTW, you really should read the book. It’s a great story.
Over this past weekend, I started reading, “Yeager: An Autobiography” by Chuck Yeager and Leo Janos. Once again, I’m thinking about sticktotedness. I mean, flying faster than the speed of sound with broken ribs!
When I was in elementary school in the 80’s, I was fascinated with space. In 1996, when I went to Space Camp in Huntsville, AL, I learned that no amount of education would get me into space, because the suits weren’t made for bodies like mine. My blindness was an issue, too.
This morning, I watched a rocket blast off into space carrying satellites in order to achieve internet connectivity in rural areas.
We’ve come a long way, y’all.
At the beginning of 2020, the Lord gave me a word for the year. “See,” He said to me. “See how far I’ve brought you. See what I can do, if you’ll just be still and know that I am God.”
Little did I know in January what 2020 would hold for me. I spent my 20th wedding anniversary at home eating Bob Evans’ take-out. I celebrated Easter on the couch, watching church on Facebook live. My kids and I watched fireworks on July 4 from our front porch. Now, it’s school time again, and it’s hard, because I feel like we haven’t even had a vacation.
For homeschoolers like us, much of life during COVID is the same. We do our lessons at home, so we’re used to it. I don’t work outside the home, so I don’t have to look for folks to watch my kids. The only thing different about life now, is coming up with ways to avoid being inside so we don’t have to wear a mask.
This year hasn’t gone like I expected it too, but through it all, God’s been good.
I started out with the mentality of going to church is essential.
But, God isn’t in a building made by hands; He’s in my heart. Worship begins at home with me. It’s fruit is what we see in the building on Sunday mornings.
I started this year thinking of all the awesome things I would do.
I’m sitting at my quiet kitchen table, listening to my chimes and the birds, talking to my girls about school and seeing all the awesome things that God has done.
I’ve come a long way.
You have come a long way, too. Just think on that, and, leave a comment below telling me about it. Let’s pull through, together.