Diary of a (former) Home-schooler

I didn’t want to write this.

I didn’t want to write this.

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I’m going to be straight with you guys: I didn’t want to write this—and maybe not for the reasons you’re imagining. My latest series of posts have dealt in some way with the book of Ecclesiastes, and this one will be no different, but—

Let me digress for a minute…

This past week, I had more than one person express either directly to me or in my presence that they felt as though they didn’t…

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Far Off and Exceedingly Deep

This week has been an exercise in trust, and I honestly don’t know if I can say that I’ve done all that well.

Most people who know me would probably agree if I asserted that my thought life was pretty active. Sometimes that’s a good thing. I tend to think through things very thoroughly and methodically.

Sometimes it’s a bad thing. It’s easy for me to imagine every single possible unfortunate…

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My Own Futility

If a man fathers a hundred children and lives many years, so that the days of his years are many, but his soul is not satisfied with life’s good things, and he also has no burial, I say that a stillborn child is better off than he.

(Ecclesiastes 6:3 ESV)

I’m going to be honest: I don’t know what to write about Ecclesiastes 6. It’s a fairly short chapter, only 12 verses long, marking halfway…

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