For nearly seven years, I struggled with my purpose.  I questioned the choices I made with my life.  The choices weren't bad, but they weren't familiar either.  I made the choice to stay home with my children and teach them.  I made this choice after working my way through college so that I could go out in make a difference in the world.  Oh, I questioned my purpose daily.  I wondered if I made the right choice often.

We've been homeschooling for nearly a decade now, and I am glad that we started and have continued to stick with it.

A Google search defined purpose as "the reason for which something is done or created or for which something exists".  And currently, I can't help but to see my purpose as being a mother, teacher, and confidant to my daughters who I have been truly blessed to receive.  Nothing tops this.  Not in an idolizing way, but in a way that I can see a bigger picture past their childhood.  Past this season of homeschooling.  I see the choice that I've made will not only benefit them, but the future generations of our family. 

My purpose is greater than me.

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