Why Is It We NEVER Give Ourselves Enough Credit?

I just applied for a homeschool writing position with another blog.  They asked for a brief list of credentials and three writing samples related to homeschooling.  They offer a bit of compensation so I thought “Why not?”

So I list my resume per se:  I am almost done with my YA edit.  I write novels.  I wrote a newspaper column.  I blog.  I homeschool my kids.  Used to be a public school teacher.

Then I begin a search for my writings on homeschool.  I have a few here on this blog but they are old.  Then I suddenly remembered my newspaper columns I wrote.  I wrote a ton of homeschool stuff then.  So I drag all those up and copy and paste.

While I am copying and pasting, I am reading them.  I think, “Wow, these are pretty good!”  Then I think, “Actually, these are REALLY good.”

It made me realize:  I can write.  I am good at something in this world besides changing diapers and chauffeuring kids to soccer practice, music classes, swim lessons, etc.  I do have something to say that’s not kid-related.  And I have something important to say that doesn’t begin with a negative i.e. “No!” or “Don’t!” or “Stop!”

I think we as women and moms get so caught up in the outside world validating us that we forget that we don’t need validation from the outside world.  We forget God has stamped us as His from the moment we were born.  We forget we have everything if we have Him.  And we forget that we are enough; we are good; we are important.

God knows this.  So why don’t we?

Easy:  It all comes back to Him.

I forget this every day of my life.  I have to constantly remind myself of Him and the Cross.  And when I do, when I acknowledge Him in my mind, then I can acknowledge myself in my mind and it becomes a little easier to believe I am important after all.  I stand a bit taller.  I believe in myself a bit more.  And I give myself credit where credit is due.

Whether or not the outside world ever recognizes me is unimportant.  It would be nice, don’t get me wrong.  But in the end, it doesn’t matter.  All that does matter is Him.  I work for Him, through Him, and by Him.  Period.

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Here he is!!  Our New Pup!!!  He’s a European Blue Great Dane!! As you can see, he’s loved!!!

My daughter and new pup

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Summer Prayer Requests…

Hey all,

This will be my last post for prayer requests until the Fall.  Please feel free to post throughout the summer as well.  You may email me them as well I just may not get to them as quickly.  Fastest is commenting below.

Mine:  husband’s job keeps going well, my writing goes well, summer break is relaxing and peaceful.

Have a blessed, peaceful, relaxing summer and God Bless!

A Weave of Words

A Weave of Words

A Weave of Words

A Weave of Words by Robert D San Souci and illustrated by Raul Colon is honestly one of my favorite tales.  We meet a prince named Vachagan who only desires to hunt.  One day on a hunt he meets a girl named Anait who is an excellent weaver and a scholar.  Smitten, Vachagan asks for her hand but she refuses, saying she cannot marry someone who can’t read or write or earn a living by his own hands.

Vachagan left, disappointed by motivated.  He immediately applies himself to learning to weave and read and write.  When he learns, he marries Anait.  They eventually become King and Queen of the land.

One day Vachagan must see to trouble in the east.  He is captured by a dev, an evil ogre with three heads.  Vachagan is spared because he tells them he can weave.  He weaves a carpet with a secret message for Anait.  When she receives it she knows where Vachagan is.  She has learned to ride and use a sword so she could be prepared to rule as well.  She slays the dev who underestimates her because she is a woman, freeing Vachagan.

Because Vachagan learned a skill, he was saved and because Anait learned to fight she saved her beloved.

Great tale stressing the importance of learning, self-sacrifice, compromise, and not marrying for money.  Anait was not blinded by Vachagan’s wealth and stuck to her principles.  Vachagan loved Anait so much he did as she asked in order to win her hand.  Neither relied on their wealth.  Both were prepared for their roles in life.  Neither were complacent.  Both kept learning.

Robert D. San Souci is one of our favorite children’s authors.  He retells (as well as writes his own) a lot of tales with powerful messages.  Highly recommend this book and the author for future stories.

The First Tulips in Holland

The First Tulips in Holland

The First Tulips in Holland

In this charming story by Phyllis Krasilovsky and illustrated by S.D. Schindler, the reader learns how tulips first came to Holland.  In this fictionalized imagining (since no one knows for sure who first brought the bulbs to Holland), a Dutch merchant named Hendrik brought them back to Holland as a present for his daughter, Katrina.  She plants them in her window and when they bloom they attracted the whole town’s attention.

Hendrik is offered everything from gold to a harpsichord to sheep and goats to trade for them but he refuses.  Instead, he gives them to his daughter as her dowry when she marries a florist.  Her and her husband end up cultivating the tulips and selling them.  Hence, the proliferation of tulips all over Holland.

One king in history, Ahmet III, is known as “The Tulip King” for his love of tulips.  He was a Turkish ruler who imported hundreds of bulbs from the Netherlands and threw lavish parties every year when they bloomed.

For a time, tulips were coveted items and there was even a run on tulips in 1637 when one tulip was selling for the price of gold today.

Great book about a beautiful flower and its role in history.