No Turning Back

No man having put his hand to the plow and looking back is fit for the kingdom of God, Luke 10:62


God wants us all in. He needs laborers who are dedicated to the work, eyes forward, focused, and set on the kingdom ahead. Yet so many of us are like a plowman who keeps looking behind, distracted by the mess and the worries of the world.

My husband is a farmer and he takes great pride in straight rows and well-planted fields. Irrigation, as well as weed and pest control are much more effective when the rows are lined up so all equipment can pass through easily. Some of the success of the crop begins with a sharp focus at the beginning of spring. If he is distracted, looking behind, its much harder to keep the tractor lined up perfectly.

As a busy mom, wife, and teacher, I, too, can allow the distractions around me to keep me from doing my best work. How many times a day do I let my mind wander into what should have been or what could possibly be instead of focusing right on the relationships and work in front of me? How many times do I use my phone or computer as a distraction to avoid dealing with a problem staring me in the face? And how many opportunities for Kingdom work do I miss because I am peering into the past, mulling over regrets instead of peering forward, seeking God’s next assignment?

Christ’s words are are urgent because God’s work is urgent, and discipleship comes at great cost. Yet there is no greater joy than laboring for eternity. But only the unwavering worker, who has set his face forward, is worthy of the Master’s praise.

So as we move into spring, a season of plowing and planting and creating beautiful straight rows, let us reflect not on what is behind, but on what is ahead.

Be diligent to present yourself approved to God as a workman who does not need to be ashamed, accurately handling the word of truth, 2 Timothy 2:15

Travel and Books

“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only a page,” -Saint Augustine of Hippo.

Man, I love a good book. I am currently reading April Morning by Howard Fast which follows the life of a young teen caught in the fray of his family and politics during that first Revolutionary War battle in Lexington. It is an old book I have read before, but I am finding it fascinating as I read with adult eyes.

hot air balloon

A hot air balloon ride offers a chance to see a new destination with fresh perspective.

My reading tastes are wild and varied… I like mysteries, romance, poetry, and nonfiction too. (Next on my list is Storm in a Teacup: The Physics of Everyday Life.)
Reading is an amazing feat. In just a few seconds I am literally transformed into a world full of suspense and drama. Lives are in danger, relationships are explosive, dialogue is poetic and daring, and the characters become my fast friends or loathed enemies within just a chapter or two.

And the great part about it— as soon as I close the cover, I let it go. I can return to the dirty kitchen or head off to a volleyball game and not give those book folks another thought or fret. I can get involved, and then I can move on. I think that exercise of releasing someone else’s stress is good for the soul. That’s why I love a good book.

For the same reasons I love to travel. I absolutely enjoy breathing in the air of a new city; I love hiking new terrain; I am even excited about trying new food or fashion. I like meeting strangers, from all cultures and creeds, in hotel lobbies or airport gateways and engaging in soulful conversions, knowing I will probably never see them again.

I recently met a man on a plane who was on his way to Patagonia, South America for a three week hike through rough mountains and unchartered lands. He was almost seven feet tall, so I switched seats with him to give him more leg room. I met a couple in California on a hot air balloon ride. They were young and smiling and explained that they worked together in a paper company in Oklahoma. (I couldn’t help but think of Jim Halpert and Pam Beasley and wonder if their office was as fun as Dunder Mifflin.) I’ve met an up-and-coming artist from Chicago and an author from Mississippi. Fun, simple folks with big dreams and great stories.

Travel, like a good book, is an adventure. And, like a good book, it changes my perspective, reminds me that life is pretty good, and that others worldwide are struggling through the same journey that I am. Most people, in any culture, want to be listened to and respected. And the more I travel, the more impressed with people I become. And I gain a new optimism about the future.

Running With God

Proverbs 4:12
When you walk, your steps will not be hampered; when you run, you will not stumble.

This week I attended a wonderful Christian writers’ conference in Orlando. I gladly left the wet, cold Arkansas fog to embrace 80 degree days in the Florida sunshine. After a long day of travel I was anxious to unpack the bags, adjust the room temperature, and wash the travel grime off my face. To settle my mind, and my stomach, I pulled on my Nikes, tied back my hair and decided to take a quick jog around the beautiful facility to learn the lay of the land. It was late in the evening when I landed, and the time difference left me hungry for lunch at 9:30 P.M. But I knew some late night exercise would settle me before bed. The only problem was the lack of light. With the sun long gone, I was jogging through a path lit with sporadic street lights and the dim moon. I had to turn on the flashlight of my phone and hold it out in front of me to ensure I didn’t stumble on the uneven path, or worse, surprise an alligator or snake slithering back home to the nearby swamps. Needless to say, I ran slowly and was never fully relaxed until I made it back to my room safely.
Scripture tells us that the wise man will not stumble when he runs. A wise man listens to his father’s instructions, he discerns right from wrong, and he walks in the well-lit path of virtue and character. It is not easy to always do the right thing; it is certainly more natural to let anger surface or to let jealousy breed. It may even seem momentarily satisfying to lash out at others to get ahead by scheming and conniving. But choosing the way of the foolish is similar to running in the dark— it’s unsteady. The runner who cheats or lies or lives by any code other than the word of God might as well be running a darkened path riddled with potholes and splayed with rocks. It is a race that guarantees no winner; it is a run that does not satisfy. Wisdom leads the runner to the light.

Homeschooling, Round 2

As I settle into the first week of June, I am already excited about round 2 of homeschooling.  We had such a great year using a mostly “classical” approach, that now we are ready to add-to and take-away and make it even greater.

I absolutely loved using ancient history as our guiding light throughout the past year.  We started with Story of the World volume 1 and even though my daughters were in grades 4 and 5, it worked beautifully.  Being an avid reader and writer myself, I enjoyed creating my own worksheets, reading comprehension pages, and tests for my girls.  I have recently made some of these page available for download through the Teachers pay Teachers site!  (Please email me if interested!)

We started with the dawn of civilization in the Fertile Crescent, and we didn’t rest until we had memorized the first 15 emperors of the Roman Empire.  Yes, our history spanned 5,000 years and a massive amount of geography, but through it all we stayed focused and streamlined, creating artwork, writing assignments, watching films, and reading books that fit in with our time period and culture.

Our science followed suit: we studied biology with an emphasis on animal life the first semester, anatomy the 3rd quarter, and plant life the final stretch of the year.  We memorized early scientists who made great contributions to biology; we constructed lap books and foldables; we created powerpoint and poster presentations; we read lots of encyclopedia entries and library books.  And above all, we enjoyed learning!

Of course, grammar work, writing, math, Bible, piano lessons, keyboarding and playtime permeated every single day. But the true highlight was our afternoon time spent diving into ancient history and science.  We decided we didn’t really agree with most of Hammurabi’s law code, and we loved Carl Linnaeus for giving us such an organized system for learning animals.  We thought many of the ancient rulers were unusually cruel, but we admired Hatshepsut for her graceful, productive reign.  We discovered frogs that were no bigger than our pencil eraser, witnessed the anger of the kiwi bird, and were frightened by the angler fish’s smile.  We greatly admired Alexander, and we fully respected Julius Caesar.  My girls were particularly sad to hear how his life ended and that Rome wound up ruled by a tyrant after all.

And we’re ready to move on!  We will take a short break this summer, with plans to read Little Women and Bridge to Terabithia together.  The girls will attend a few summer camps and work on crafts to enter in the fall fair. And I, hopefully, will reflect and refuel.  I will nourish my soul so that in just a few short months I will be fully ecstatic to start it all again!

Lammers Farms Academy

So, turns out homeschooling my 2 daughters is a great source of joy and wonderment.  AND, I am learning so much… ancient Pharaohs, components of blood, Hebrew words, converting the metric system, and how to figure elapsed time.  Who knew 4th and 5th grade content is so AMAZING? and useful.

While the big boys are away at high school every day, my home becomes a haven of learning… a den of activities and experiments and inquiries.  There are laughs over failed experiments and tears over Old Yeller.  There are frantic moments of brushing hair just so we can take a picture late in the day and not look like homeschool kids.  There are lunches of hot dogs or last night’s leftovers. There are recesses on the trampoline that might last 20 minutes or 2 hours, depending on the weather.  We’ve spilled paint on the hardwood.  We’ve struggled over origami projects. We’ve started videos that were too boring to finish.  We sketch and read outside.  And we take fields trips…. lots and lots of field trips. We’ve been to the zoo, to an art museum, to a pumpkin patch, and to Disney World. So yeah, our homeschool takes us far away, while keeping us close at home.

And our Principal oversees it all.  Like any good principal, he keeps his distance and doesn’t interfere because when something is working why mess it up?  But he pops in unexpectedly and takes us to lunch or to visit a cotton gin or the bank.  And every once is awhile, he helps with a project or teaches a lesson.  But mostly he is here in spirit.. the one we can’t wait to impress late in the day with our masterpieces, our written stories, and our powerpoint presentations that need to be seen one more time.

As autumn has turned to winter and is now looking forward to spring, our school year is solid.  The routine is familiar and comfortable but the schedule is just flexible enough to allow for spontaneity and surprises.  This homeschooling stint is definitely here to stay.

Starts and Stops

Am I the only one who starts things and doesn’t finish them?

It’s actually embarrassing that I began a blog in 2010 and wrote heartily for a few months and then forgot that I have a blog page.  This week, as I took inventory of my life, I thought, “I’d like to have a blog page.” So I googled how to start a blog, and the first hit was  Then I thought, “Hmm, that website sounds eerily familiar.”  When I found myself at the log in page, I entered my email address and my stand-by log-in from five years ago.  Bam! I found that I not only had blog but I also had written a few articles for it.  Is anyone else THAT spacey?

This really shouldn’t surprise me… Several years ago I took guitar lessons, for 3 months.  I grew tired of trimming my long nails and gave that up! One summer I began writing an adolescent mystery novel and gave it to my 12 year old son to read in increments. Just as he got to the climax, I lost interest in the characters and couldn’t write an ending.  (He still hasn’t fully forgiven me.)  When a friend gave me an expensive juicer, I bought weird vegetables and worked hard to produce a few ounces of juice per day, for about a week.  I was actually a vegetarian for about 10 months during a pre-mid-life crisis. And who can count how many New Year’s Resolutions have fallen to the wayside?

But unfinished projects are NOT what define me. Instead I look to the goals I have set and accomplished.  I worked hard in my thirties to become a runner, and to compete in local 5K races.  I have written Bible studies for my children and articles for magazines.  I have actually turned many of my photographs into family scrapbooks. And I have a current workout routine to prepare me of an obstacle course race this summer. I do set goals, grit my teeth, tighten my jaw, and finish what’s important.

So I’ve taken up blogging again!  Here I am with a son in college, two in high school, and two elementary daughters… I work as a school counselor, I coach elementary basketball, I direct an awesome youth group in a great country church… I wrestle with 2 dogs daily, I play piano, I read, I laugh, I dance, I cry.  And I’m fully devoted to my strong husband and best friend.  Maybe you’re like me.. there’s much more to you than what the surface implies, and there’s so much more than your starts and stops.

Hold your head up, dear sister! Seek the ancient path, where the good way lies, and walk in it, and find rest for your soul!


If you haven’t gone to church camp yet this summer, go! Seriously. I just returned from carting 6 teenagers on a four hour journey across the state so that they could spend 5 days on a timeless college campus with 1500 other young vibrant Seekers in order to fill them with enough Jesus to last until next summer. Or at least until I can find the time to write a captivating Wednesday night lesson. The result? PUMPED UP youth for Christ. What a time rubbing shoulders with amazing college students who have given up 2 weeks of their summer to volunteer to invest in the lives of high schoolers simply to send the message: “You’re not alone!” And boy was the message received.
Our students were literally boo-hooing on the last night of camp at the realization that they’d be leaving the mountaintop experience the next morning and heading back to the drudgery of ordinary life And for some of them: a difficult life.
But glory be to God that He directs our paths that we may interact with others who change us for good. Glory be to Him that He provides the means that we can go when extra money is hard to find. And glory be to Him for His Word that in eternal and does not return void.
Needless to say, if you haven’t gone to church camp lately, maybe it’s time to go!