Scenic Views...

My legs are noodles, my head's pounding, and my lungs are convulsing, as if the air simply can't come fast enough. I rode my bike home from school right after lunch. Home release- homeschool. It used to be a devil's word- internet classes, math tutors, not enough time to spend with those wonderful people we call friends- but now it's become the word of angels. Time to myself, to learn what I want to, grow in my own way. To write stories or paint pictures or play pianos with missing keys, or to sit down and read a book for a couple of hours. And then my projects. Projects as simple as riding my bike to the tabernacle and back for three pictures each day, or as complex as learning to fix my bike with nothing but my daddy's tools and my own expertise... which, when it comes to mechanics, is meager. But... when you do these things, and remember what you did, meager can come to full, full to overflowing; even when the person learning is an artist attempting to fix a bike. God made our minds to learn and to grow, to survive in the harshest of places, to consider every possibility and act on it; so even when I'm only in school for three hours a day, I can learn as much as those in the classrooms- and even make time for my friends.