Classical Education and Wisdom

“Wisdom is all a matter of viewing the world God’s way, with God’s revelation providing the necessary framework which alone makes sense of life, giving it some sort of coherence and direction. This is sometimes called a worldview, a kind of moral map with the main points located so we can steer our way through life to maximum benefit. Accordingly, whatever it is that is to be studied, whether science, history, or home economics, all of these things can be placed within a Christian framework, in terms of the Creator-Redeeming God, and where they can be made sense of.” ~Melvin Tinker

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I love classical education. 

Every subject relates to each other, and every subject comes from God. It is a wonderful testimony of God’s ingenuity, purpose, and logic. Why wouldn’t I love to learn the way that God created-intertwined and with Him at the center! 


The Light of Hope

I have no hope. There is no hope. Is there such thing as hope? These thoughts clouded my mind. I could not think about anything else. I could not trust anyone; everyone had hurt me. I resided in the pit of despair. There is no hope. I can never be who I want to be, much less who God wants me to be. Why try? I gave up on life. I doubted if life was even worth the trouble. Would I be happier dead? But, wait; I had forgotten what happiness was.
Why had my hope diminished? A year and a half ago I felt a keen sense of the necessity to be perfect. Never hurting anyone, never eating too much, always being loved by all, and always looking absolutely perfect. I thought God wanted me to be perfect too, on a spiritual level. To quench this need, I stopped eating, I tried loving everyone (including people I probably should have avoided), and I became obsessed with what I wore. I also “read” my Bible for the “required” ten minutes a day. After trying so hard to be perfect, I could not understand why I felt so empty. I had no hope.
However, one week last May, everything changed. I was a different person. My hope was renewed. The prayers of my dear friends and family had not reached deaf ears. God had listened. He picked me up with His gentle but strong hands, glowing in the darkness. He drew me to Himself and whispered in my little ear, “Hannah, I love you. I have hope. You give me hope, daughter. I died for you. The world needs you, my little princess.” He gave me a hug and placed me on the clouds. I was on Cloud 9. My joy could not be suppressed, and I had no tangible reason to feel that way. He had placed His sunbeam right outside the window of my life, and the light flooded over everything in it. I had left my problems in the dust. No one could drag me down. I held onto God’s finger like a toddler just learning to walk.
I could not understand why God still loved me. I had turned my back on Him! I had refused to believe the existence of a good God! And yet, here He was, holding my hand and leading me out of my pit. My doubts melted away and I believed. It did not take faith, hope, or pixie dust, because I did not have any of those. I only had my God, but that was enough.
By realizing that God was enough, I knew that I was enough. I was not “good enough” and I did not have a righteousness of my own that comes from the rules of mankind (Philippians 3:8-11), but that was okay. Whatever I lacked, God made up in such magnitude that any thoughts of underconfidence melted away. And this is why: God called me to be one thing: He called me to be His. And that is who I am. I am not perfect. I do not look perfect, I sometimes do eat too much, and I have enemies. But I am God’s. He has called me by name, and I am His (Isaiah 43:1-2). I am the daughter of God, the princess of the Almighty King, and the child of the Father.
A year later, I am still walking on the clouds. God has taken a dark time of my life and has used it, not only to shine an everlasting light in my own life, but also in others’ lives. His light is the one thing that has changed my life, has made me who I am, and still continues to give me hope everyday.

~This is my essay that I just entered in a scholarship contest hosted by CollegePlus!

If you like it, I would really, really appreciate you voting for me at this link: The Light of Hope Essay Thanks so much!


Why I love math

A worditout creation

A worditout creation

I’ve gotten several responses to my love of math, most of them consisted of astonishment, disbelief and then usually disagreement. I feel ya. I too, used to be a skeptic in the world of math…but then…I met my match: Saxon Algebra II. (collective groan, and an excited giggle from moi…)

Finally, a math book explained how things worked and why they did! Finally, a math book repeated the same problems for lessons later! Many people will turn at me and say “are we talking about the same book?” Perhaps I put too much emphasis on the book, however helpful. I think the true reason for this sudden change of heart rests in a realization of what math actually is.

Math is a gift from God. A gift that gives us a glimpse of the perfection and logic of Himself. Just as 2+2 will always equal 4, so will Christ be the same forever.

“Jesus is the same yesterday and today and forever.” ~Hebrews 13:8

And yet, at the same time, we do not understand the extent of math and how everything works. It is the same with God. Some things we can grasp, but since our reason is limited…we do not understand the extent of His majesty, power, and grace.

“God’s voice thunders in marvelous ways; he does great things beyond our understanding. Job 37:5

Another similarity I can pull out of all this is the reality of absolute truth. Yes, Jesus will always be the same, but it is also truth that all men are born into sin. This is a truth that is not regionally specific, racially divided, or only a problem of certain generations. No, there is absolute truth, just as there is 2+2.

God has given us a gift he did not give to any other creation: the ability to think, rationalize and problem-solve. What should we do with that gift? Reverting it to a school-only activity confined to dry textbooks surely contributes to the mass dislike of this gift. I hope my generation, or some generation in the future will find a way to give everyone a sense of the wonder that math possesses and a realization of just how important math is.

Much love,


The important benefits of being homeschooled and driving

Why I like homeschooling…

  • Wearing pajamas at least until noon
  • Doing school on the couch
  • Having pandora play film scores ALL DAY
  • No blabbering teachers all day wagging their finger at you for having your foot in the aisle
  • Snacks, like, all the time
  • Breaks when needed, not when a school bell indicates
  • Good lunches without canned green beans and grey mashed potatoes (Eew)
  • And lastly….having your wonderful family surround you (unless of course…you don’t like your which case I would recommend homeschooling right away so you can fix that in a timely manner)

Life is good.

Also…I started driving this week (scary thought, I know) and it really just hit me that I am not completely independent. There are things I still need, and as much as I would like to be independent, I am sadly inadequate to be so. It’s a beautiful picture to see my dad guiding me as I drive my first miles. A picture that symbolizes the guidance my almighty Father gives me on the miles of life. Just as I become flustered behind the wheel (my immediate reaction is to gas it), I often just push through stress, hoping it will just turn out all right, but in the meantime missing some major details that should not be looked over.

Just some ponderings over daily happenings. Have a great week, y’all.