OK. I am being diverted from homeschooling posts by the beauty surrounding me after a surprise spring snowstorm which hit Colorado yesterday. One of the beauties of homeschooling is that we can take the time to enjoy our home in its many moods at any time of day. Today is a winter-in-springtime mood, and it is lovely. I went out to take some pictures and was struck by the way the snow looks like frosting on our house–I don’t remember the house ever looking so much like gingerbread before.

As I was musing about that, I thought about the story of Hansel and Gretel and how they were drawn to a beautiful gingerbread house with a not-so-hospitable witch waiting for them.


On a recent retreat, I was told that nobody crosses our path that God didn’t put there. Our son and his wife were brought a 7-year-old autistic child to care for by his sister last night. She was heading out in the storm on a snowmobile to rescue her stranded mother. It all happened so fast, they didn’t exchange names or contact information. There they were, strangers who had been left with a precious frightened child and they had no idea for how long. After four hours, an older brother went to pick up his little brother, and the mom and sister were rescued from the storm. I have been pondering the mystery of that child and his appearance at their door.


We also had the opportunity during the storm to extend hospitality to a friend who couldn’t get home because all the roads were closed. What a privilege for us—Christ comes knocking when we least expect Him. That is why it has always been part of our lives to keep the guest room ready. May our homes, whether they look like gingerbread or not, always be safe havens for those who need help. We hope that is a lesson our children learned well in their life education at home.

As I re-read this, I realized it wasn’t such a diversion from homeschooling after all. Homeschooling is about teaching children how to live. It is not just about gaining knowledge from books. Our son and his wife homeschool and last night they taught their children a life lesson that no books could teach.