We’re wrapping up our first week of homeschooling for the school year; crazy how a week can seem like a thousand years. There’s been tears and laughter and so many sibling spats. I told my friend that I feel like I’m mentally panting, trying to catch my breath as I keep up with all the spinning plates.
Overall, it’s gone well.
Overall, it’s been hard.
Overall, I’m grateful, and so very worn out.
And so it’s Thursday night and I find myself tired but not sleepy, in need of some inspiration and plain old soul care. I find myself turning to words.
Words. Simple, truthful, well-spun words. Here are some of my favorites, some recent and some not-so-recent that I keep coming back to.
“No legacy is so rich as honesty.” Shakespeare
“Children need models more than they need critics.” Joseph Joubert
“…nations are renewed from the bottom, not the top,” Woodrow Wilson
“His heart was as great as the world, but there was no room to hold in it the memory of a wrong.” Emerson speaking of Abraham Lincoln
“As I’ve often said, success might have come sooner if I’d had a room of my own and fewer children, but I doubt it. For as I look back at my writing, it seems to me that the very persons who took away my time and space are the ones who have given me something to say.” Katherine Patterson, Newbery Award winning author (emphasis added. I love that quote so, so much.)
“I believe the road to hell is paved with adverbs.” Stephen King, On Writing
“If my stories are incomprehensible to Jews or Muslims or Taoists, then I have failed as a Christian writer. We draw people to Christ not by loudly discrediting what they believe, by telling them how wrong they are and how right we are, but by showing them a light that is so lovely that they want with all their hearts to know the source of it.”
Madeline L’Engle, Walking on Water
“perhaps we could say then that being an artist has something to do with being brave enough to move toward what makes you come alive.” Emily Freeman
“He visited the poor when he had money; when he had none he visited the rich.”Victor Hugo, describing the Bishop in Les Miserables
“She liked to think she was an ordinary girl.” Ella (my 7 year old) a line from her book as she’s describing her main character
“Lizzie was earth: solid, steady, worth something. Plant something in her and it’d grow. But me, with my life that followed no one, with no family and no home to speak of, I was dust. I was everywhere. I meant nothing.” My current work in progress
From the Word
“LORD, you have been our dwelling place throughout all generations.” Psalm 90:1. Amen.
It’s Friday, folks. Steady on and thanks for reading-