Wow. It’s barely August, and I’m actually prepared. For the first time in my six years of schooling at home, I know exactly what we’re doing and have most of what I need.

I should be really excited, and proud of my diligence in being organized early for once. Maybe I am, just a little. However, the excitement and pride are somewhat tempered with a underlying apprehension. That whole “the best laid plans” fear keeps creeping in. What if the girls hate their new Math curricula? Was Latin the best language choice, or should I have gone with Spanish? Did I get enough binders?

Then I take a deep breath. And exhale. And remember that the God Who called me to this homeschooling thing will be with us whether I’m prepared or not. And for that, I am grateful.