(Finding steadiness when the schedule won’t stay still)
This week hasn’t gone the way I hoped.
We’ve had a stretch of travel, and then the inevitable work of unpacking and getting back into rhythm. I told myself this would be the week we’d finally settle in again — but instead, the calendar filled up before I could even think. Appointments. Repairs. A doctor visit. A birthday party right in the middle of the day because, well… homeschoolers.
And here I am on a Wednesday morning realizing:
I haven’t done one face-to-face math lesson with my kids this week.
Math is one of the priorities I set for this term — a subject I really want to see progress in — but the rhythm hasn’t matched the intention. The kids have been doing their independent work, yes, but our shared time at the table keeps slipping through the cracks.
And even though I know this isn’t failure, that old voice still sneaks in:
You’re behind. You’re not consistent enough. You’ll never get back to steady.
That’s when I came to Philippians 4:8, and it stopped me right in my spinning thoughts:
“Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right,
whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.”
This isn’t a verse about pretending life is fine.
It’s about refocusing the heart when plans unravel — learning to see what’s still good, still solid, still redeemable.
A Rhythm That Bends
The truth is: we’ve been doing a lot, and life is simply full.
Learning hasn’t stopped; it’s just looked different. There’s value in independent work, in responsibility, in the quiet growth that happens when we’re not hovering over every page.
Homeschooling teaches me — again and again — that rhythm isn’t about rigid control. It’s about flow. Some weeks build momentum, and others remind us to bend.
And maybe the bending is the real education.
Not because the week gets easier, but because my heart does.
When the rhythm slips, that’s when I return to gratitude.
Not the surface kind, but the noticing kind — I’m thankful this child worked on their own today.
I’m thankful this interruption gave us a conversation we wouldn’t have had otherwise.
I’m thankful we’re learning flexibility, not just fractions.
A broken rhythm is not a broken day. It’s just an invitation to reorder what matters.
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