
For those of you who've been reading my blog for the past couple of years, you'll probably remember that I started this blog while homeschooling. Our youngest was a reticent writer (okay, he hated writing), so I had this brilliant idea to set a good example and write. But to level the playing field (since my kids have seen me constantly fill journals), I had to make it something I dreaded or hated. Writing publicly was the ticket. And so, the Taking the Challenge blog was born. Our youngest graduates from our homeschool high school in June. I'm finishing my first college year this week and have just started posting once again. I pondered changing the name of my blog, but then I realized that Taking the Challenge is really who I am. Even more importantly, it's how I want to be remembered. I thought back to some of the times I was given the choice to Take the Challenge:
1)graduate early and move to NY (which is where I rededicated my life to Christ and met my husband-to-be)
2) rededicate my life to Christ
3) learning to live a life devoted to others rather than self by getting married and having kids(ummm...still learning this one!)
4) becoming a home schooling mom
5) facing HUGE changes in our lives - many house moves; denominational questioning/change; seeing our son go to Iraq for a year; children marrying and moving away; losing our homes, savings, and retirement fund; a tough economy; facing the loss of parent/grandparents
6) learning to forgive
7) going back to college
And some of the new challenges I'm being asked to tackle:
1) learning to hear who God wants me to be, not what others want me to be
2) learning to be child-like, once again, in my faith and in my receptivity to God's Word.
3) learning to trust again
4) learning to let go of things that need to be let go - fear, doubts, seeds of bitterness
5) constantly reviewing where I am against where I want to be/need to be.
I haven't faced all the past challenges with grace and good humor...sometimes my faith in God's goodness faltered. But, each time, He faithfully picked me up, brushed off my knees, bandaged my head, cleared the grit from my eyes and ears, gently tended any life-threatening wounds, and asked in His still, small, and oh-so-sweet voice, "Are you ready to get back up and try again?" And so, I think I'll keep this moniker and do my best to live up to it. Even better, I want to live up to it in a positive, cheerful, and gracious manner.
Oh, and in case you were wondering, my son began blogging right after I did, and while he doesn't "love" writing, he no longer hates it either. :)