
It’s Thanksgiving break.
Already.
It seems like just a few weeks ago we started this school year, fresh and ready for the challenges, even though I myself wasn’t too sure of my footing. But here we are close to the halfway point, pulled over in a rest area for a few days.
So….what are rest areas, really? When I’m on a road trip I don’t actually stop too often at them. Maybe if the coffee I’ve been drinking won’t let me drive the remaining 40 miles to lunchtime. But for the most part I think of rest areas as rife with ne’er-do-wells waiting to prey on road-weary travelers catching a few winks (exactly how many horror movies involve gruesome roadside murders?) and vending machines that charge too much for stale donuts (wait the 40 miles till lunchtime, it’ll be worth it). I’m suspicious of them, I guess says it best. I don’t feel like I can really “rest.” It’s a misnomer, this term “rest area”--to me anyway.
And I guess I feel the same way about this little week of rest in this homeschool year. Yes, it’s a week for thanksgiving and for extra sleep. It’s a week to break into holiday baking and make plans with family. A week to enjoy a wonderful meal with the people I love most in the world. I’m supposed to be able to let down my guard and….rest.
But I don’t feel like I can really do that, because rather than pulling out the map and realizing how far I’ve come since setting out that first day of school, I’m analyzing the places where I could have made better time. Kicking myself over side trips that, in my opinion, have cost us Important Progress. Agonizing over stretches of road where I dozed and took my eyes off Lesson Plan Road. Where is the oomph and eager expectation of what God is going to do this year? Like on any road trip, the out-of-the-starting-gate August school bravado does wear thin as the miles tick by underneath the wheels.
But God told me back at the start of the journey, in Homeschool Road Trip Rule #12 (see here), “I’ve gone ahead of you every single mile. I’ll clear the way before you and bring you safely to the end of the trip.”
More importantly, Jesus IS rest. In Matthew 11:28-30 He said, “Come to Me, all you who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is weary, and My burden is light.”
Jesus knew about the importance of rest stops. There are many examples in the gospels of Him going away alone for periods of time, and in one notable story He led the disciples away after a busy season of preaching and healing so that they could rest and eat and debrief their experiences with Him.
So, real-world rest stops might really not be the place to let down my guard, roll down my windows and fall dead drooling asleep...but taking some time to shut off my Usual Routine and debrief with Jesus is a safe biblical choice: pull out the map and get His progress report on my journey so far.
He’ll perhaps tell me that the field trips we've done so far (a Sea World family trip, a couple of scenic photo shoots with my budding photographers, a train trip day to the California Surf Museum, a day exploring the history of Balboa Park and the San Diego Zoo, and a first-time hike in a nearby national park) went far to make educational memories.
Maybe He'll remind me of His faithfulness to answer longstanding prayers. For example, one son finally got free learning disabilities testing at the community college in which he is dual-enrolled; he is now eligible for a host of special accommodative services and took advantage of priority registration to sign up for two more classes in the spring. Said son was also blessed with two amazing professors who made the transition to college, as a 16 year old dyslexic student, gentle and welcoming. Other son has nearly completed a full range of testing by the school district to finally determine the complex road map that is his brain :-) and--bonus faithfulness--this testing has given us the opportunity to show the IEP team what being in the world and not of it looks like. I have sensed strongly that we are a curious anomaly to these folks and that this story is not yet over; we are not the weird, sour, rigid people they imagined homeschoolers to be, and they are clearly drawn to us. It's possible that He'll say these areas of progress make up for some of those rabbit trail days I'm more likely to look at.
However, Jesus will probably tell me that texting or Instagramming or could-have-been-done-later-in-the-day grocery store/bank/doctor's appointment trips during school hours breaks His caution that “driving” is the most important thing I’m to do this school year. It's ok, Lord, I need to hear that too...and while we're at it, can we review the Homeschool Road Trip Rules?
Lastly though, He will likely surprise me with a perspective I’m missing and help me readjust the route to "lunchtime," aka Christmas BREAK (as in, where we will actually pull off the road, shut off the car, pause the journey, and do something different for a few weeks).
So, if you need to GPS me, I'm pulled over here at the Matthew 11 Rest Area just to catch a breath.
Hey, only 40 miles till lunch.