And yet ...
I laughed loudly and found delight in my class (and my children!). I loved the literature (at times, because ... Ovid? No.). My favorites being about the message of friendship and perseverance in Gilgamesh, the easy language of Iliad and Aeneid, and the fun of read alouds with Shakespeare's Julius Caesar.
And I loved home.
While there was probably a bet whether I'd finish the year, I'm glad I did. And I totally thank God for that. I thank him for what I learned as well--about the power of prayer, about integrity, about perseverance in difficulty, about his sovereignty. And even more: trust, faith, loyalty, joy. For every blessing, there is likely an original difficulty that God transformed in ways only he can.
I graded the last of the literature packets and research papers and, just this morning, sent out final quarter grades to the families. Each name belonging to a beautiful soul I had the honor of encountering.
I spent the day yesterday pricing out the remainder of the curriculum I'll be using at home next year, listening to podcasts and reading blog posts. I feel like I'm retraining my brain after years of influence from hustle, rush and rigor to rethinking what it means to thrive and what I want for my kids.
Finding gratitude in all of it--for truth revealed, for friendships strengthened, for prayers and support. That in the tears, there was also laughter; and in the chaos, there was also peace.
‘Do not fear [anything], for I am with you; Do not be afraid, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, be assured I will help you; I will certainly take hold of you with My righteous right hand [a hand of justice, of power, of victory, of salvation].’ Isaiah 41:10, AMP.
Next year: fourth and eighth grades.
It goes so fast.