Homeschooling for 9 Years: Lesson Number 3 of 3 - Micromanaging Equals Controlling



Lesson 1 of 3 - Homeschooling Is Not Easy
Lesson 2 of 3 - Comparing is a Joy-Killer
Lesson 3 of 3
- Micromanaging Equals Controlling

To be able to homeschool in the Philippines since 2005 up to present and counting is one thing. But to be able to stay on that mode of thriving and not just surviving? That is another thing, truly amazing grace.  I feel that we're a little richer now in that the wisdom we've accumulated in learning from our own mistakes are priceless. Not that we've had everything figured out already, but those were humbling years, and even as of this writing, that hasn't changed a bit. And while I can comfortably say that I am not an expert in homeschooling, as we're still in the process of hacking it on a daily basis, our nine-year journey has taught us invaluable lessons in life that are worth far more than rubies and diamonds and gold.

I promise you, for sure, we've learned more than just three life-lessons in this homeschool journey, some embarrassing ones, but for now, let me just focus on these three and I recap those two most important lessons that I've covered last week. 

Lesson Number 1 - That homeschooling is not easy. 

On our first years, we were in for hard work as we took the responsibility of teaching our children academically. We dug deep into their curriculum. And it was actually coupled by heart work as we faced our reality; that educating our children does not just involve teaching them the academics but most especially their character. Our patience was put to the test. That's why I describe these years our "fidgety years." 

When you're in the Philippines, resources like books are pricier for obvious reason that they are bought from the US. The rate of our tuition fees are competitive with those in conventional schools. Therefore, to homeschool here comes with a price. It is costly in relation to the income of one family say, for a one-income working-class family like us, it is costly. And when you're based in the province, a support group or a co-op is not readily available as most homeschooling families are Manila-based. But hey, we started picking up by God's mercy on the following years. And things started falling into place. We've developed a lifestyle built around our homeschool activities.

Lesson Number 2 - That comparing is a joy-killer in homeschooling. 

To avoid comparing yourself with other homeschooling families, I have enumerated a few insights that I thought helped us deal with this kind of joy-killer:
  • Keep doing what you're supposed to be doing. In our case, we applied the principle "find a need and fill it." We got actively involved at our local church programs like helping the poor kids in our community, feeding them on a regular basis. This had helped to keep us grounded and to really focus on what really mattered to us as a family. Our children learned not to be selfish, how to care for the needy, and be thankful for what we already have.
  • We adapted a lifestyle that is sustainable and realistic. We staycationed a lot because of its affordability and because we also wanted to help the local tourism sector in our own little way. 
  • We tried to focus on our uniqueness as a family and relied on God's word for the assurance of "who" we really are in His eyes. You see, when our eyes are obliterated by what we see others are having, we lose sight of our own vision, our purpose in life, our true value in the eyes of God.
  • We gleaned on the internet for tons of resources we needed for homeschooling our kids. But we apply utmost discretion on what gets to be read by our family. We don't read homeschooling blogs or magazines or FB pages when we feel that they're causing discontent or jealousy in us no matter how well-meaning the contents may be. So, really, common sense is put to good use when we are discrete in choosing what we feed our eyes, thus, sparing us of the trouble. 
Lesson Number 3 - That micromanaging equals controlling.

For today's blog entry,  let me circle this three-part series by giving you the third important lesson we've learned from homeschooling which is about letting go of micromanagement. What is micromanagement? I'd like to offer three kinds of definitions here. 

Merriam-Webster's Online Dictionary defines micromanagement as "manage[ment] especially with excessive control or attention on details". 

The online dictionary Dictionary.com defines micromanagement as "manage[ment] or control with excessive attention to minor details". 


Encarta defined micromanagement as "attention to small details in management: control [of] a person or a situation by paying extreme attention to small details". 


( Thank you, Google! ) 


Notice how the words "excessive," "extreme," and "control" were liberally used to define and describe what micromanagement is. And I used to believe that this word is only used in the business world! But hasn't this Momma unknowingly transformed their homeschool into a home enterprise of some sort? This used to be US. This used to be ME. The Mom whose sincerest desire was to teach her children, to raise them up to become adults with character and to shepherd them to come to know the Lord Jesus. She must be afraid of failure, afraid of damaging the future of her own children, afraid of criticism, afraid of not being able to measure up to a certain standard, afraid of a thousand other labels which she tried to shrug off her shoulders as she toiled to straighten up and put things in order.

So, what was The Mom's antidote to counter the gnawing effects of micromanaging her kids at home? The Mom finally learned to admit, she can't keep micromanaging THE home because micromanaging equals controlling. And control is not of the Lord. Control means that you trust yourself to be in-charge and not Him. Control is one's attempt to dethrone the Lord from the position where He should be. Control is the refusal to trust Him for the future, to make light of His power as KING over e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g. Even the nitty-gritty of daily life. HE sees. HE knows. HE cares.

Let me paint sporadic scenarios for you. And our learnings, our reality, in green and italicized words.

  • Keeping the toilet bowl dry and spotless at all times, no falling hairs in sight, just speak-and-span and I've got kids who were only 6 and 1?
     Leaving the toilet bowl wet and a little stinky at the end of the day made my kids understand the value of maintaining cleanliness at home. I purposefully left the CR status quo and the kids couldn't stand it because they loved the smell of a clean and sanitized toilet. So, little by little, and not overnight though ( ! ), they learned to flush the toilet on their own after each use and to pick up after their own litters on the CR floor. 
  • Staying in the lines blue down to blue, red down to red, penmanship exercises people! and no smudges, too!
     So what if The Son, a second grade, is a little sloppy on his penmanship and isn't ready for cursive writing? He actually abhorred penmanship exercises. So, I don't push him into doing it. Besides, he has other skills that he learned so well in advance like creating his own 3D robots made of cartons, ha! Leave alone that cursive penmanship exercises and let the kid enjoy the whole afternoon creating robots in his lab.
  • Books needed to be arranged according to their sizes and thickness and if time permitted in A-B-C order!
     We've learned to accept the fact that books were meant to be shuffled and beaten up every now and then because they were meant for that purpose, to be explored and devoured by young learners. No more fussing over unreturned books to their assigned shelves, hold on to what truly matters more, that the kids are reading, and they are loving every minute of it.
  • Do the dishes right after every meal. 
     Let the dirty dishes pile up and soak in soapy water in the kitchen sink. Goofing around for a few minutes at the table with your family before going back to school in the afternoon is more precious than getting the dishes done right away, that can wait, the FUN can't. Capture the moment. Create memories with our children while we can.
  • And they've been "hurried" a lot because of the overwhelming and unrealistic goals we've set for the school year, lest we fail to deliver at the right time.
     When setting goals at the start of a school year, it is best to stick to what is realizable for your family. Keep it simple. Do not bombard the calendar with a lot of planned activities that will bring too much exhaustion to the family. We were guilty of this a long time ago and we have no plans of returning to that old path again. It is best to identify just a few key concepts to tackle for a day because our kids retain more information in that manner. 

It was on our nth year of homeschooling that we learned to loosen up and take things in stride. We have aged I suppose? There is nothing like coming to a decision to allow yourself to graduate from micromanaging your kids and your home so that you can attend to things that truly matter to you. Life is sweet. And we can laugh at the days to come.

Lesson 1 of 3 - Homeschooling Is Not Easy
Lesson 2 of 3 - Comparing is a Joy-Killer
Lesson 3 of 3 
- Micromanaging Equals Controlling


Homeschooling for 9 Years: Lesson Number 2 of 3 - Comparing is a Joy-killer

Lesson 1 of 3 - Homeschooling Is Not Easy
Lesson 2 of 3 - Comparing is a Joy-Killer
Lesson 3 of 3 - Micromanaging Equals Controlling
    
If we want to eliminate JOY in our daily lives, try COMPARING. Come. on. Who isn't guilty of this? And don't we have enough fertile breeding grounds to sow seeds of discontentment and insecurity with the presence of social networking sites on the internet? "Keeping up with the Joneses" ( or "keeping up with the Juans or the Lopezes or the De Chavezes" since we're Pinoys) and "the hay is always greener on the other side of the fence" are common idiomatic expressions which best describe a situation when a person is in a state of discontentment or insecurity. These words may sound subtle or harmless, but no matter how we sugar-coat them, the effects are debilitating, making one less productive or sulk in depression or loneliness, or just lose sight of his or her purpose in life.

As a homeschooling family, or let's just say as "humans," this is our reality; we're not immune from this kind of ordeal whether they're verbalized or quietly internalized. This is a trap that could easily get us entangled when we are not sure of our own identity as a family and when we're not sure of our main purpose for teaching our kids at home.  If we weren't sensitive enough, discontentment and insecurity would have gained foothold from the doorstep of our home and would have zapped us of our joy in teaching our children, would have made our vision blurry for the long haul, would have caused us burn-out in pursuing character building with them, and would have controlled our family as a whole. And we may have missed the whole point of why we chose to homeschool in the first place.
     
So, what has been our antidote to keep the joy-killer at bay? For there are days when it still hits you. One that has always worked, "fool-proof", road-tested for nine years? We just kept doing what we we're supposed to be doing. We kept going out, finding a need, and filling it. I believe this had helped to keep us grounded and fix our eyes on what truly mattered to us. We were so blessed to belong to a local church whose thrust is to reach out the under privileged and conduct regular feeding programs for the children in our community. I must say that getting intentionally involved in this kind of activity with our kids is like shooting three birds with one stone; teaching our kids to love the poor as Jesus did, making them sensitive to the needs of others and as a result, the virtue of thankfulness is also inculcated in them. 
     
We try to adapt a lifestyle that is best suited to the uniqueness of our family. Then we cultivate what's really working well for us. One that is achievable and sustainable since we're a one-income family. We tried to be realistic in terms of planning a trip with our kids where we staycationed a lot! We were also careful in buying expensive toys for our kids. For example, we don't go to the malls often as this would cause anxiety to our children especially at toy stores. And if we happen to be at a mall, we try not to walk by the toy shops to avoid the unlikely. You know when they would roll on the floor like a demon-possessed just to make you buy the toy they drooled to have! We did this when they were toddlers.We only bought new toys during Christmas holiday season. But they have generous Ninongs and Ninangs that would randomly give them gifts throughout the year, so, they're not really deprived.

We try to be more focused on who we really are. What our calling is as a family. Who our CALLER is, we stick to His words. I mean, we stick hard to His words. So, really, the lessons we've learned with comparing and how we dealt with it in our own home were more of practical and the application of common sense. For example, our family loved reading. And there are thousands of homeschooling resources where we can glean from the world-wide-web for free. So, before we allow ourselves to pour into something, we ask these questions first; is this book, magazine, blogspot, website, Facebook page causing discontentment in us? is the content self-centered or "me-focused?" If the answer to any of these two questions is a "yes", then we don't subscribe to it. We drop it. 

Then when all else fail, here is a worthy piece of advice reminder I'd like to propose for there are no two homeschooling families that are exactly alike. Stop. comparing. Now, go out. Create your own enviable life! Wink. Wink. So, tomorrow? Lord-willing? The third and last important lesson in nine years.

Lesson 1 of 3 - Homeschooling Is Not Easy
Lesson 2 of 3 - Comparing is a Joy-Killer
Lesson 3 of 3 - Micromanaging Equals Controlling

Homeschooling for 9 Years: Lesson Number 1 of 3 - Homeschooling Is Not Easy

Lesson 1 of 3 - Homeschooling Is Not Easy

The kids have grown, I mean, not into full adulthood yet, but they have grown into older kids, bigger - taller. A seventh grade daughter and a second grade son which I fondly call The Daughter - The Son. One is an independent learner, the other one, the younger one, needing moderate supervision. "And we are thriving and not just surviving in this jungle we often call home?" Thus, I would often convince encourage myself with these words. Nine wonderful years full of God's daily graces and now we're running on our tenth year! Indeed, God's grace has gotten us this far. And our learnings, the life-lessons we acquired as we journeyed the less-travelled path of homeschooling in the Philippines...priceless. We wouldn't have it any other way.


A Little Disclaimer

Hear me on this one. My heart sincerely prays that as I open the door of our little homeschool through this platform, may the Lord Jesus Christ be the focal point of my e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g. here...the before, the after, and in-between. And when I say, "through the grace of God," may it truly sound like it's "through the grace of God" alone, period. I take no credit for those nine long years of thriving and not just surviving. Therefore, I am comfortable in saying that I am not an authority in homeschooling. My Hunny and I are life-long learners or homeschool-hackers if that's acceptable. We both have a truckload of mistakes and mishaps along the way. We' re a work in progress. The fact of the matter is, we're still here and we're still doing this. Our learnings are invaluable. It may not have come by leaps and bounce  ( ? ) but hey,  like our own children, we've also grown.  So, when asked real quick, what we've learned from our homeschool journey, here are my most important three.

Lesson Number 1
Homeschooling Is Not Easy


Our first few years of homeschooling didn't come as easy as ABC especially on our first year. We went independent. Meaning, we went ahead doing school at home with Moi, The Mom as our then Unica Hija's primary teacher. The Daughter then just turned four years old and was an early reader from six months ago. We found this an advantage on the areas of Language Arts and Math because the Doll can read and understand instructions on her own and worked with minimal supervision. But "school," as we all know is not just about reading and comprehension. So, with open arms we embraced that wide spectrum of home-educating our own child ranging from character building, academics, to life-skills. 


Our first year felt like conquering a new frontier where the land was barren which needed to be cultivated for planting. We plowed through the fallow ground and watered it with tears of joy and tears of dismay. It had been a ferris wheel ride! She was young and smart and she wasn't also ready for doing "big" stuff and we expected much from her. You know the embarrassment of guilty first-time parents like us when we expected too much from our panganay, our first born? But aren't all first-time parents like that? When we over-stuff their brains with too much information and when we over-teach them with concepts to learn so that they can out-do other kids their age, a cut above the rest? Our patience was put to the test, put to the test ( repetition intentional) daily. We were afraid of failure; we were afraid to be criticized because we thought that as homeschoolers, we ought to live up to a certain level of sophistication and excellence and aren't we suppose to out-perform our conventional school counterparts? So, we thought. Talk about paranoia! But despite our shortcomings as parent - teachers, at the end of every loooong day... one thing remained that kept us grounded in our commitment to home-educate our child; our desire to become our child's primary influence on character building and to lead her to our  Lord Jesus Christ. 


On our second year, homeschooling got even better! We started loosening up a bit. I was five months heavy with our second child when The Hunny and I finally decided to enroll The Daughter at a homeschool provider accredited by the Department of Education based in Manila. What does this mean? It simply means that when one is enrolled in the homeschool program, the homeschool provider, being DepEd accredited, provides all the necessary school records when needed, for example if the parents decide to enroll their kids at a conventional school. The parent-teachers on the other hand, are required to submit their child's quarterly portfolio which is a compilation of samples of student' s day-to-day activities at school. Worksheets, quizzes, tests, videos of conversations with your child, recitals, stage performances, swimming lessons, photos of field trips, the works! So, accountability is at work here. 


We were then assigned our family academic consultant that guided us in our homeschool journey. It was a huge blessing to be under a homeschool program like this where we get encouragement from other Filipino homeschooling families like us. We get to pray for one another, we get to see we're not "lone rangers" in this path and that there are also families like us who go through the same challenges everyday, families that walk the same walk and talk the same talk. So, it's a blessing to be assured that we're on the same boat! We also get to swap books with other families on the program, buy or sell pre-loved items. Most of our books are published in the US, it was the most prudent thing to do especially when you're a one-income-family, you have more than one kid to teach, and you're on a strict budget. We had the bonus of being able to ask our academic consultant basically anything under the sun! And because we're based in the province, we were categorized as a "remote family" where we received one - on - one consultation via mobile or land phones, SMS, email, or Skype. We felt we're in good hands. 


The first few years were our most memorable years, our "fidgety years!" Our biggest challenge was to create a rhythm around our daily activities since "school" wasn't the only activity that we do. We're also involved at our local church where I serve as worship pastor and D-group mentor while The Hunny travelled a lot bringing home the bacon. So, we have school, home. But most of the time we're not literally "just" home finishing our worksheets. After a while, we started to pick up on our own rhythm until we  kinda got the hang of it, and things started to fall into place. 

Tomorrow, maybe? 

Lesson 1 of 3 - Homeschooling Is Not Easy

"Our Hearts Are Restless, Until They Find Rest In You" Part 3 of 3



*My Response To Ann Voskamp's "One Thousand Gifts: A Dare To Live Fully Right Where You Are" 


What I have today, NOW, is a gift. To be able to rise up this morning, my bones, 206 in all, holding me up, strong.  To be able to read God's word, a 20-20 vision, and be silent and pray, while I sat on my bed, with the bonus of soft-fluffy pillows supporting my spine. No more pain. This is my gift. A gift of another day, breathing, alive, and well, birds chirping. "Thank You, Lord." The sun rose and made its way through my window. God is in full control. I am back to my routine of rising up everyday, of being, of doing. 

Last week, it looked as though I was in a bad shape. I got so sick, the body, the shell, fell terribly ill, and I was confined to bed. But even that was a gift. The gift of being able to stop ( ! ) by default and slowing things down a bit. To be able to "Selah," as the Psalmist would say, and a lot of this in the Psalms, "stop and meditate." For I read somewhere that when we're running fast, we're missing the beautiful scenery. So, ONLY THE SLOW SEE. And by slowing down, by stepping on the breaks, we SEE. Beauty. Messy. Beautiful.

So, I make sense of the day in the life of a stay-at-home Mom. But I was never home, figuratively speaking. I have been running-wandering around; collecting, gathering, those tiny little pieces of myself, of being, of doing. Restless... 

I run a school, home, with two growing kids in tow, a 7th grade, a 3rd grade. And the enmity, the bickering between these two opposite species have become commonplace to our daily grind, a rhythm. And I have grown accustomed to this. Strong-willed young people, that go to bed arguing over a tube of toothpaste that was wrongly squeezed right at the center. As to who gets the fried egg that's bigger-heavier by a few grams. Ah, the gift of argument. Even this is a gift. And the sanity of a Mom who puts up with it, and blog about it. The gift of sanity. The gift of blogging.

I have The Son for a dinosaur - and he breathes the breath of a dinosaur. He sleeps and dreams and chomps and dominates the Jurassic world.










I have The Daughter for a diva - the Female Mathematician, the Beautician, Hair Technician!




And it is by slowing down that I can appreciate these gifts, of things mundane. And my kids have grown. Suddenly. Overnight? The Daughter, she goes out to the supermarket on her own on a public jeepney! And I still can't get over the fact that she has to go to church one hour ahead of me. 


The Son, we had a lengthy conversation last night - it' s Jane for a girl and Noah Jr. for a boy. Names he's going to give his own children when he gets married! There was a lump in my throat as The Son spoke. And he already has a plan? Now, this is also a gift. The realization that my children, away from my hovering protection, have their own "person." And they will grow according to design, according to the purpose of our Sovereign God. And that I am just a steward, a carer. My children belonged to God. 


A restless heart. There are a thousand things to be restless about... of being, of doing. I get caught in the whirlwind of things passing by. But there are also a thousand other reasons to celebrate life and just live the moment.  Live the moment. By counting my own gifts. Literally. To take each moment as gift. And in doing so, I am drawn to the GIVER and not the gifts. Take it slow. Stop. So, you can see. The GIVER. Selah. Stop and meditate. Haven't we been repeatedly told by the Psalmist...  Finding rest in halting, stopping. Finding God in the quiet, in the stillness. Only the slow SEE. 


This is how I would count my gifts, for now. To focus my eyes on the GIVER and not the gifts.

And now, just a peak on my journal, my own "one thousand gifts" and still counting. Thank you, Ann Voskamp!



"Our Hearts Are Restless, Until They Find Rest In You" Part 2 of 3


Part 3 of 3 - "Our Hearts Are Restless, Until They Find Rest In You"                                       "...As Jesus was on His way, the crowds almost crushed Him. And a woman was there who had been subject to bleeding for twelve years, but no one could heal her. She came up behind Him and touched the edge of His cloak, and immediately her bleeding stopped. “Who touched me?” Jesus asked.
When they all denied it, Peter said, 
“Master, the people are crowding and pressing against you.”
But Jesus said, “Someone touched Me; I know that power has gone out from Me.”
Then the woman, seeing that she could not go unnoticed, came trembling and fell at His feet. In the presence of all the people, she told why she had touched Him and how she had been instantly healed. Then He said to her, “Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace.” 
Luke 8:43-48 (NIV)

Figuratively speaking, I am this anonymous woman who has an "issue of blood" for 12 years.  My take on the "issue of blood" is actually double-meaning. One is the physical sickness of any kind,  and the other, the issues in life one is having, and boy, do I have a lot of that! So, I wrestled with the crowd to see my Lord  who came to town. Among this many unfamiliar faces screaming for attention to be heard, I wonder, "can You still hear Me? I am not in Your itinerary today. Isn't it that You're here to see the local official's daughter that died earlier, You're going to bring her back to life?"  I am anonymous - will He notice me? But today must be the day. I will press hard to see Him, up-close. See His face. This scene in the crowd? I felt I belong here.

It has been a week since I fell terribly ill. Let me quickly quantify it by saying that, No.1 - I am not dying (Thank God for this!); No. 2 -  I am not in the hospital ( thank God for this!); No. 3 - I have been teaching my kids, and I think I can say that despite my sickness, our homeschool days had not been disrupted, ( grace for the homeschoolers, Glory-Hallelujah!). But I had been terribly ill and I had to cancel all my previous commitments for the week as I gave the body, weak, its down-time to just lie in bed, on the couch to recover and rest. "God, I need Your healing touch. Right now. Now."



When Illness Gets Married To Frustration

And I missed that special afternoon I was meant to meet with my friends, sisters in the faith whom I have not seen in a while. Tsk...that could have been one crazy, hilarious afternoon as we crack jokes, the real-life jokes, the ones starring "ourselves."

And my sister-in-law love -  I and the kids were suppose to visit her at her house for the Chinese New Year, a non-working holiday on the entire Philippine archipelago. No Chinese blood but it's a family thing for my in-laws loves to cook up something special on this day just so that we have a valid reason to gather about the family dining table to celebrate good-cooking-eating, spending time together. Tsk...that could have been an afternoon of fun playtime with the cousin-boys and cousin-girls,  riot in the house.

Then I failed to show up on our high school alumni homecoming where I made plans of attending weeks before. Now, I am not big on reunions, but the commitment I made to attend this event meant so much to me. Tsk...that could have been a weekend filled with laughter as we exchanged precious memories with friends and classmates in high school and just catching up, our lives fleeting. Fleeting. And most of us have chosen to remain young... at heart.

But situations like this would mean easy marriage between "terribly ill" and "terribly frustrated" - the two become one. F. R. U. S. T. R. A. T. I. O. N. S. about unmet expectations creeping in, painting a picture of horrific defeat; not being able to go about the routine, attending to commitments, to deliver results, to compete, to win, not being able to perform, to catch up with, to meet the "quota" for the week.  Losing. and I can enumerate a dozen more reasons why getting sick these days wreak havoc to one's daily grind, thus the frustration of not being in CONTROL of my own perfect little world. I am not in control. Sigh. Therefore my soul, be reminded, you are not the BOSS. Hands down.



A Few Insightful What If' s...

What if the body, the shell, the machine is simply needing a long overdue rebooting?

What if it is Jehovah God who wanted me to take a mandatory Sabbath? Shutdown?
What if home confinement for the last week or so is the perfect place for such an anonymous sick woman? To recover? To self-heal? Perfect to be here? God-ordained?

What if this moment, the now-moment is the best gift I badly ever needed, of not doing, not being?

Take the gift, my soul, take the gift, and let go of your clenched fist.

Back To The Scene On The Narrow STREET 

So, back to the narrow street where I started anonymously, struggling to get close to my Jesus. The noise, the furor of things mundane. Distractions...I needed healing, I needed the Healer. And something has to pave the way for an opportunity to meet with Him. Oh, but there are a thousand other people , a thousand other things, excuses, not to MEET Him, or will He just pass me by. "Dear Lord Jesus... if I could just touch the hem of Your garment then I shall be healed, " was all I could say? I lay all my defenses down. Just to touch the hem of His garment. Desperate as I am. I need my Saviour.  Today is the day. I wrestle through the mob running, chasing after Him, defying mockery among the crowd for there is no place for such an unclean woman who has "issues",  I pushed and elbowed and inched my way until I got very-very close to my King. Just a little bit more, forward my soul, keep moving forward, I pushed with my last ounce of strength this day... and finally... touched the hem, garment of my Savior - King.

And the issue of blood stopped immediately along with all the other issues dangling around my neck;
the frustrations, the nagging, the bragging, the fist-clinching, that unexplainable feeling of discontent just subsided as Jesus turned and spoke His words. Hear His voice resounding in the crowd, music to my ears but kindling the fire to the bone. “Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace.” 

So, this is how I would deal with a frustrated soul...for now...