We got up at 6 o’clock in the morning, had some quick devotions, gathered up our school books, grabbed something to eat, and jumped in the van for Dad to drop us off in time to catch the school bus. Between the family, we went to 3 schools, Alexa attended Redwood Elementary, Nathan and I attended
“We didn’t get along very well I guess because we would rather be with our cool friends from school than be with our family. It was sort of stressful all the time even when I was with my friends, but, dude, at least I wasn’t home schooled. I mean, who’d want to be a brainy geek with huge glasses and a stuck-up nose and a pimply face who didn’t have any social life? Home schoolers were just so weird. They didn’t know how to fit in and be cool.” That was how I felt in the school year of 2002. And would you believe it, during Christmas break dad called a family counsel. He told us God had been pushing on his heart. He had been noticing a lot of discontentment and bad fruit in our attitudes and character. Dad told us we were going to be home schooled.