In a perfect world, I would support our local school as a Christian family by keeping my children there until the end of their schooling journey. I would keep my children living at home with me. They would continue to be involved in our local church each weekend.

But we don’t live in a perfect world.

A year ago, I was determined not to be seduced by the idol of education. Nothing much has changed in that sphere. I must constantly remind myself that we serve the Lord Jesus and not the shiny aspirations of the world.

I was sitting at the dining table one morning in August 2023, after another sleepless night, spoon feeding my 12 month old baby girl as she sat in her high chair. Weary and worn out after months of sleep deprivation and doing life with 3 little, somewhat spicy, humans under 6 - I turned to the Psalms seeking refreshment for my tired heart (not that I could read well through my puffy, blow fish eyes). I had read the words of Psalm 23 many times, but this morning, in God’s kindness and in my desperate need, they had a particular effect on my heart.

As a parent, there is a great temptation to panic and worry about what everyone else is doing, about seriously screwing up your child’s future if you get this high school stuff wrong. Everyone else is sending their children away and mine will be the only ones left. To be honest, I think my boys would look handsome in a blazer and tie, and I like the idea of them having access to brand new performing arts theatres, swimming pools, gymnasiums, music lessons and overseas trips. People would see me as a ‘good’ parent. I would look acceptable, even though we don’t own a farm or any land at all.