Journey to Israel - The Western Wall

Bleary-eyed, I rolled over and turned off my phone alarm. The day’s schedule required us to rise before six. Although the clock was an hour away from midnight back home in Georgia, I was rising to greet a new day in Israel.

I pulled on some cool, comfortable clothes and slathered on sunscreen. For most of the day, we would be out in the sun, and I did not want a sunburn.

After a hearty buffet breakfast, we climbed on board the bus and headed to the Western Wall.

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To My Homeschool Hubby

It was your idea! Twenty years ago, you suggested that I homeschool our baby girl. Could I do it? A couple of years later, she read her first words, and I was hooked. Our family has grown a bit since then. It means so much to me that after all these years of homeschooling, I still have your vote of confidence. I especially appreciate all the little ways you support and help me in this monumental task.

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Journey to Israel - The Garden Tomb

It has been over two months since our return from Israel, but some of the experiences are still vivid in my mind. Pictures and conversations with my husband call to mind forgotten details as I continue writing about our amazing journey.

Our trip was nearly halfway over when we arrived in Jerusalem. After visiting the church that now stands at Gethsemane, we climbed on the bus for a short drive to the Garden Tomb. It is one of several possible locations for Jesus’ burial and resurrection.

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Coconut Cream Pie for School

A few weeks ago, most of our family spent a week at my parents’ house. We enjoyed connecting with extended family, researching our ancestry, and exploring the C & O Canal. Since my nineteen-year-old daughter has a full-time job, she stayed home to exercise her independence.

While shopping for groceries one day, she spotted a can of coconut milk. Her mouth watered as she imagined how delicious it would be. After bringing it home, though, she could not decide how to use it. When we returned from our trip, it was still sitting unused on the kitchen counter.

For two full weeks, I contemplated an appropriate use for the coconut milk. My fourteen-year-old daughter was considering it as well. One day, she decided to take action.

“Can I make something with that coconut milk?”

“Sure!” Her older sister quickly responded before heading off to work. My budding chef had completed her schoolwork early that day, so I allowed her to use the kitchen. What would she make?

She searched online for recipes. Finally, she decided to make a coconut cream pie. Since baking a homemade cream pie is pretty complicated, I was skeptical that she would succeed on her own. I allowed her to try anyway.

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Review of Apologia Health and Nutrition

Did you study health and nutrition in school? My high school health unit covered little more than basic first aid. As an adult, I am always learning about good health and nutrition. Why were these essential topics never addressed when I was a teenager?

I am determined to help my kids understand how best to take care of themselves. Since I was unhappy with the health course my oldest kids used, I jumped at the opportunity to try a different curriculum. This summer Apologia Educational Ministries published a new course—Exploring Creation with Health and Nutrition by Dr. Laura Chase. For our review, we received the Health and Nutrition Basic Set, which includes a Textbook and Student Notebook.

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Family History on the Canal

While growing up in Maryland, the C & O Canal was a significant part of my life. Whenever I visited Great Grandaddy’s house in Williamsport, MD, I saw it. Looking out his front window, I observed the manmade waterway across the street. Just beyond it lay a wide gravel trail—the towpath. Our family took walks along that level path, and school field trips helped me understand how a lock works. During our most recent trip to Maryland, I shared this piece of my childhood with my own kids.

Lock 44 in Williamsport, MD, is a piece of our family history, after all. Before he moved across the street from the canal, my great-grandfather, Harvey Brant, lived in the lockhouse. He tended the lock in the early 1900s. At all hours, rain or shine, he went out to let the boats through the lock.

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