So last year was a flurry of up and out and ready by 8:15 to make the 9:00 service. Hilarity and tears often ensued.
This year, church starts at 11:00. So instead of rushing, this morning found me
sitting on the living room floor,
reading books to my children,
cutting out pictures of Jesus to look at during church,
and playing with bouncy balls and laughing our heads off.
And a tiny voice whispered "This is how it could be. This is how homeschooling could be."
And my heart felt a little braver.
But not yet brave enough. Not yet.
But closer.
