A planning peptalk

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Planning for the fall homeschool term. Feeling the same feelings I do every year and maybe I’m not the only one who needs a peptalk.

You’re looking at this list and feeling overwhelmed. You’re thinking about how your plans never seem as pretty or picturesque or complete as those other moms. You’re wondering if you can do it.

And you know what? You can’t. You cannot do this on your own. And the good news is that you don’t have to.

God has given you everything you need to do what He has called you to do. You aren’t called to be that family on Instagram. You are called to be you- you, just obeying, empowered by the Holy Spirit, getting up every day and drinking all the coffee and doing the next thing and finding Him faithful.

There is no perfect mom. No perfect education. But we have such a good and perfect God and He has not changed. So stop listening to the lies.

He has entrusted you to mother and teach these kids in this season in this way. Trust Him. And do it.

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