It is no secret that one of the most difficult parts of our moving has been the change in our children’s educational situation. Over and over I have had to face the idols of my heart and consciously take my eyes off the classroom newsletter and place them on my Savior. Time and time again I have cried and screamed and questioned. On more than one occasion (said with sarcasm), I have questioned the level of common sense that the people in leadership of public education do/don’t have and get furious at the illogical decisions, dumbed down curriculum, and personal liberties we have experienced in the classroom this year.

Now, granted, we came from a situation that was a “ten”. (Don’t believe me? Check out KDS or Promise.) I knew we had it good, but I honestly had NO IDEA how ridiculous things could be. It’s true that I can’t expect the lost to behave like they are redeemed . . . I say it, I believe it, but I grow weary of it just the same.

This fall we are moving Bubba and KB to the school Little attends. For the first time EVER, all three will be in the same school and I am looking forward to diving in and getting involved in the community. In the car this morning, KB told me she really wanted to go to TR Paul one more year (in a whiney voice). “Why do we have to leeeeeave? Don’t you like our schoooool?” I sat and pondered her question. I explained that there were several things about her school that I did like, but daddy and I had decided it would be best for the family to have everyone together at Olander. I probably should have stopped there, but I proceeded to say that our experience with Olander had not been such an overtly liberal one and we appreciated their more family friendly environment.

Bubba proceeded to ask me what liberal meant and I looked it up on my phone. The definition online included words like acceptance, equality, and openness; Bubba asked me for an example of experiencing liberalism at his school. (It was not a sweet request for learning- it was a challenge, mind you.) Without missing a beat, I pointed him back to Christmas where he was taught about many, many holidays and spiritual views. I told him that the teaching was not the problem BUT the liberalism kicked when he was told by his teacher that he was not to tell someone who believes differently that they are wrong. (My blood boils thinking about it.) Bubba’s response to me? “But they might not be wrong.”

The next three minutes were quite animated and I was quite expressive. I might have said things like, “Yes they are wrong, insert full name here.” and “You can’t have multiple contradicting beliefs and all of them be right.” and “It’s not just my opinion – it’s Truth.”  This is where I may have said that I know it’s true because I have seen evidence in my own life and “I am different because of Jesus. He has changed me.” KB might have interjected, “He has?” here and I may have teared up as I told her just a few ways I was a different person because of Jesus.

My children may have been sorry they brought it up.

I may have realized that I choose to  mistrust my Savior with our children and that it’s illogical, dumb, and a personal liberty I can’t afford. I’m redeemed and I’m living like the lost. As I say it I can’t believe it . . . it makes me weary.

“O soul, are you weary and troubled?
No light in the darkness you see?
There’s light for a look at the Savior,
And life more abundant and free!

His Word shall not fail you—He promised;
Believe Him, and all will be well:
Then go to a world that is dying,
His perfect salvation to tell!

Turn your eyes upon Jesus.
Look full in His wonderful face
and the things of earth will grow strangely dim
in the light of His glory and grace.”