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2nd Annual Last Minute Homeschool Curriculum Funds Giveaway

Hello friends! Welcome to the 2nd annual Last Minute Homeschool Curriculum Funds Giveaway! This year we are giving away $300 in Paypal cash divided up into two winners – each winner will receive $150 in PayPal cash to help purchase homeschool curriculum for their family. Last year we were able to bless three families with extra cash to buy curriculum. All three families had a financial need that only God could fulfill! It was an honor to fulfill the prayers of these families through the giveaway.

The Heart Behind This Annual Blessing

The Last Minute Homeschool Curriculum Funds Giveaway was created to bless homeschool families who are in need of financial assistance to purchase their homeschooling curriculum. The giveaway was birthed in the heart of Carlie Kercheval, founder of Managing Your Blessings & Today’s Frugal Mom, while praying for a friend who could not afford to buy her family’s curriculum due to the unexpected passing of her husband. It was from that moment on God placed a burning desire in her heart to begin to bless the homeschool community by providing funds for purchasing curriculum.

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  • This giveaway is open to U.S. residents with a Paypal account.
  • Giveaway runs from August 24 (midnight PT) – August 30 (11:59pm PT)
  • Two random winners will be chosen – each will receive a prize of $150 in Paypal cash

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What Music Has Meant to Me {giveaway}

Music has been a part of my life since I was a little girl.  At the age of six years old, I stepped onto a stage dressed up as a ladybug to sing my very first solo. Imagine that! From that moment on, music has been a big part of my life.

In middle school and high school I studied from amazing vocal teachers and was a part of choirs at the University of Michigan. But it wasn’t until I gave my life to Christ that the words I sang actually became more than just words. They became an anthem to Christ. I grew to love singing and leading in worship because finally what I was doing had purpose beyond entertainment. Because of my love for music, I LOVE to discover new music! Today I am thrilled to introduce you to new artist, Lindsay McCaul.

Lindsay McCaul Music

Lindsay McCaul’s sophomore project and Centricity Music debut, “One More Step,” is artistry born of a willingness to grapple honestly with the questions that arise at that crossroads of brokenness and grace. Tag-team produced by Brent Milligan (David Crowder, Steven Curtis Chapman) and Jeff Pardo (Josh Wilson, Johnny Diaz, Matthew West), the eleven songs on “One More Step” are thoughtful pop offerings that range from the lush and layered to the sparse and hauntingly lyrical.

The project as a whole faithfully chronicles the honest journey of a young woman who has learned that if the expressions of hope and joy are to be real and strong enough to hold us, then they can’t shrink back from the sorrow, the grief, the confusion and the doubt that are also a real part of this shared pilgrim journey. The secret is that it’s all woven together, and if God’s grace meets us, it meets us in the very middle of all that messiness of life, circumstance and emotion. And it’s from that place, and probably only from that place, that songs with the power to give real hope can be born.

I love this sentiment from Lindsay and couldn’t agree more:

“I’ve observed over the last few years,” Lindsay says, “that the songs that connect most with my listeners are the ones I write from a place of wrestling through issues. I write songs about things God is teaching me and the lessons I’m learning—sometimes even from a place of brokenness smack dab in the middle of learning the lesson. A place of holding my hands open before God and asking Him to grow my faith and help my unbelief. People who connect with my songs have told me they appreciate the honesty and transparency of the lyrics, which means the world to me. We’re all struggling somehow, fighting some battle, and if we could all just be brave enough to be honest with one another about our deep, deep need for Jesus, we could be mutually encouraged, strengthened and sharpened.”

Lindsay goes on to say, “Change—especially of the life-altering variety—forces you to choose where you’re going to place your confidence and security. These songs were born out of seasons of huge upheaval and change in my life. I needed to learn to surrender my plans, my expectations, my dreams, my fears of the unknown, even my pride. As I wrestled through that process, the songs that emerged became snapshots of God’s faithfulness in different seasons, leading me step by step along this journey.”

Lindsay’s song “One More Step,” which has become a show-stopper at McCaul’s concerts around the country, chronicles the life and death of her war veteran father, Ret. Col. Larry Walter Pritchett, who passed away two years ago. It’s one more step/Blink your eyes/You’ll be home on the other side/Running down the golden streets/You’ll hear a million angels sing/So one more kiss on earth is all that’s left/Before the breath of heaven fills your chest/And you finally see His face and find your rest/One more step/One more step.

Listen to One More Step here:

I love listening to music that reaches beyond the surface and dives into the messy and real side of everyday life. Lindsay captures those moments so well in her lyrics, pulling the listener right into her story. You will find yourself relating to and reflecting on Lindsay’s honest and heartfelt songs compiled in this CD! 

You can purchase Lindsay McCaul’s new CD by clicking here.

Here is a little bit more info about Lindsay McCaul:

McCaul hails from Merritt Island, FL and began writing songs when she was only 12-years-old.  She moved to Chicago to attend Moody Bible Institute and graduated with a degree in Applied Linguistics. While attending Moody in Chicago, she began leading worship at the Bible Institute and now lives in the Nashville area. She currently leads worship as an artist-in-residence at Nashville’s Fellowship Bible Church. McCaul has enjoyed an active touring schedule with high-profile acts including, Casting Crowns, Matthew West, Mercy Me, Mandisa, Brandon Heath, Sanctus Real, The Afters, and others.

Today, I am so excited to be giving away 5 signed copies of Lindsay’s debut album,“One More Step!!”

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Why I’m Glad I Was Homeschooled

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The smell of ancient paper still makes me want to sob, the way spines line up like soldiers on the wooden shelves of small-town libraries. I know they would defend me if they could, those armies of words.

I grew up in second-hand clothes and mushroom-cuts and plastic glasses. I grew up homeschooled until the age of 9, with my nose in books, stories of Pippi Longstocking and Laura Ingalls Wilder and Anne of Green Gables. Books whose characters were as real to me as every-day, as the few friends I made the houses between, for we moved fast and far, my father a pastor and so, I clung to these characters and they, to me. I could count on them to be there, when nothing else was. We became a family of sorts.

And Mum, she taught me the Queen’s language. A language lost to this texting generation. She taught me when to use “which” and when to use “that”; she saluted the apostrophe and shuddered when it was put in the wrong place. She set every word reverently in its place, in a sentence, and taught me the feel of a pen between my fingers.

I learned the art of penmanship, but not only that—I learned what it means to know a language inside and out, backwards and front, and to hold it in awe.

Throughout high school Mum pulled me out of the English classes and taught me herself because she knew what I did not: that with the age of computers we’d lose the craft of a noble speech. We’d add slang and acronyms would become actual words and kids would trade the romance of a hand-written letter for the convenience of a text message.

my goal since those days

Not only did Anne and Pippi and Laura befriend me; they paved the way smooth for an awkward girl. They made it possible for me to believe on days when my heart seemed to stop working. On days when I yelled at my parents and slammed doors and slipped dark into anorexia, on those kinds of days, only the story could reach me. Only the story could save me.

It pulls you deep, this literature, deeper than any technology could. It introduces culture, countries, religion and history and it whets the soul for learning. The story creates sympathy for a world full of characters, and provides boundaries for good and evil. It sheds light on people’s unspoken suffering and creates a longing for justice, for truth.

I will never understand the intrigue of a book-less library, of the e-book, of the Kindle, for the very charm of the silence and the old stuffed chairs lies in a library’s walls of literature. In the dog-eared page, the margin-scribbled-notes, the smell of dusty intrigue, the quiet hush of pages turning.

And my goal since those days has been to write a story that draws people in so they forget where they are, so they too befriend the people they are reading about, so they too, don’t have to be lonely, anymore.

 

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Friends? I’ve written a story (a memoir) and it’s releasing next month.

It’s called Atlas Girl: Finding Home in the Last Place I Thought to Look (www.atlasgirlbook.com)—and all proceeds are going towards a non-profit which TBM contributor Joy Forney and I have founded in the slums of Uganda: The Lulu Tree ~ “Preventing tomorrow’s orphans by equipping today’s mothers.”

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Pre-order your copy of Atlas Girl HERE and receive a FREE e-book on How to Write Inspirational Memoir!

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This post is a part of our “Who We Are” Series. For all posts visit,

“Who We Are: The Stories Behind TBM Writers”

Who We Are at The Better Mom

What I’ve Learned from Praying with My Children {and a giveaway}

Dear Lord, Thank you for riding on steam train. Thank you for riding on trolley train. Thank you for riding on Thomas. You are my pray. A-men!

I have heard this prayer from my 3 ½ year-old son for some time now, and it never fails to make me smile. Although it sounds a bit like my son is thanking God for being a divine train passenger, he is in fact thanking God for his own various memorable train-riding experiences. I’ll admit I’m not sure what exactly he means by “You are my pray.”

What I do know is he loves to pray and he is enthusiastic and grateful, and it does my soul good to hear his prayers.

I love it even more when he occasionally changes it up, such as last night when, after reciting his usual prayer, he announced that he wanted to pray again, and added “Thank you for my new bike helmet!” The best is when he or his 6-year-old brother pray for another person without being prompted. Or surprise me with a new thought or question about God in our prayer time.

I remember when my older son was still learning to talk and every once in a while he would pop out a new word or phrase I was certain I hadn’t taught him. My first reaction was always surprise and a little uneasiness, but my next reaction was a sense of liberation and of letting go. What a relief to realize that I wasn’t responsible for teaching him every single last bit of knowledge that he needed to know to make his way in the world. Some small part of me had indeed labored under that misunderstanding, and occasionally I still fall prey to it.

The truth is that both my boys are going to learn a whole lot of things from people other than me, and thank goodness, because there are a lot of subjects I’m not all that up on. (I still don’t know who’s going to help them with their math homework after, say, fifth grade, and they’re definitely on their own if they decide to learn a foreign language other than Spanish.)

Not only have I come to accept how much they are going to learn from people other than me, I’m still amazed by how much I learn from my boys.

When it comes to praying with them, I so often start from the point of view that it’s all about me teaching them. I do have some theological wisdom and experience to share with them, and yet the intensity and the wholeheartedness of their prayers, the interesting questions they ask, all of these things teach and strengthen me. When they ask questions of me, such as the other night when my older son asked me just how Jesus could be God’s son and God too, I have to sift through my own thoughts on the subject, at times dust off some long-ago-learned theology, and at other times simply marvel at their take on a subject about which I have ceased to wonder, to my detriment.

Praying with them is theologically interesting and faith-strengthening. More often than not, I find praying with them to be the most connected I feel to God all day. They just give me so much for which to be grateful. They remind me of all the things that are right with the world and the blessings, and they even help me to get upset about some of the things that are wrong. When my older son passionately declared the other day that we should all live in trees so we could avoid tearing down all the forests, OK, it made me smile but it also made me think about sustainable living and what kind of job I’m doing with that, what kind of example I’m showing them.

I’ve also realized that the prayers I pray with them, far from being some kind of watered-down “example” prayers to show them how a good Christian might talk to God, have more clarity and purpose and purity than most of the prayer I do on my own. It’s not such a far leap to say that they might be more effective too.

It’s funny, isn’t it? I spend so much time trying to make my boys more like me, and a surprising amount of the time, I end up realizing that I should try to become more like them.

Julia RollerJulia Roller

Julia Roller is the author of Mom Seeks God, the story of her journey to reconnect with God through ten essential spiritual practices that she did her best to fit into the chaotic life of a mom with small children. She lives in San Diego with her husband, two sons, and miniature dachshund.

For more information about Julia Roller, her book, or the live chat visit her online home at juliaroller.com, become a fan on Facebook (JuliaLRoller), or follow her on Twitter (@julialroller).

 Guess what?? Today we are giving away 3 copies of Julia Roller’s book Mom Seeks God!

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