My journey through homeschooling started back in 2010. My oldest was supposed to be going into second grade. I didn't know how to start by mixing and matching curricula to fit my son's needs, so I started him over in first grade. There were some gaps in his learning math. I wanted to be sure that the foundations were solid before pushing him on.
Last night, I dreamed of a small room I'd never seen before. The walls are painted white. There is a gold-framed painting hanging on one of them. I can't make out what the picture is exactly except that it seems to be a flowery landscape. I sensed there were demons in the room--dark spirits without bodies. I never actually saw them with my eyes. They were heckling me, aggressive and taunting. I could feel the panic beginning in my chest. I did the only thing my mind found when frantically searching--I sang praises to Jesus. I claimed I was His. I belong to Christ. I kept saying His name. I could feel that the darkness did not like it, and felt it shrinking back. The name of Jesus is very powerful. I don't remember the dream's ending, and I don't know what actually happened after I praised and claimed Jesus. It's not often I have dreams like this. But they always encourage my heart. Seems funny to say that. But it's true. I'm comforted that my first res...
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