Just a few months before Ray’s daddy died, Ray and I drove by the two homes where Ray’s family had lived while he was growing up — this one on Conant Street . . .
. . . and this one on Porter Circle.
Ray’s family moved from Conant Street when he was five years old, so most of his childhood memories of home happened at the little two-bedroom ranch on Porter Circle.
Ray remembers his mom cooking round steak in the kitchen, his father grilling hamburgers, and the family eating potpies in the tiny den while watching Gilligan’s Island on grocery-buying night. He remembers spreading out his toys over the couch, sharing one of the two bedrooms with his brother, and playing wiffle ball in the backyard.
Memories of family and home — those aren’t things that go on a high school transcript, but they are vastly more important than anything that does.
To build memories of family and home — that’s one reason you should keep homeschooling in the fall.
I thank my God in all my remembrance of you,
always offering prayer with joy in my every prayer for you all,
in view of your participation in the gospel from the first day until now.
For I am confident of this very thing,
that He who began a good work in you
will perfect it until the day of Christ Jesus.