Today was the beginning of my seventh year of homeschooling.  I never planned to go past third grade.  Even last year I went through a time of major burnout, and questioned whether I was doing what was best for my children.  I remember one morning standing in the shower crying and praying, "Lord, please don't let me mess my kids up!"  God answered my prayer through another lady in my small group.  She approached me with a few questions, and then started talking about all the things I had been worried about.  I had not mentioned to anyone other than the Lord my concerns.  In fact, I know I must have looked strange to her because my jaw dropped when she started sharing.  Isn't that just like our heavenly Father?  To answer our prayers in such unexpected ways.  It is such a relief to know I am not alone in this journey.  Thank you, Lord.