Hey, real quick before we dive into this month’s gleanings, I wanted to talk to you about Pinterest.
It turns out, they figured out how awesome they are and have decided to capitalize on that and make a bit of money so they’ve gone the way of Facebook and decided that you’re not intelligent enough to know that when you follow a pinner you’ll be seeing all their pins.
So, like Facebook, they have instituted an algorithm and will determine exactly what you want to see in your feed for you. Oh, and while they’re changing it up, they’re throwing ads in the mix too.
Personally, I hate it! I find that I’m spending much less time on there (which is a good thing I suppose) but when I am on there, I’m missing all the fantastic stuff from the pinners I follow!! Grr!
The good news is that, for now at least, you can change your settings to try to discourage stuff from showing up in your feed that you didn’t ask for, especially ads!
Let me show you how to do that:
See the little gear with the drop down arrow on the right side? Click it. Then click “Account Settings.”
Make sure that the 2 boxes shown above are on “No.” You’ll still see promoted pins and suggested pins, but at least you won’t be seeing ads!
Oneness is the goal of marriage; submission is a tool to get there. It is not the end, in and of itself.
But I think what I mean by submission and what some other people mean by submission are really two different things. I consider submission when I care about my husband’s needs first; when I think about what he may want or need, and I sacrifice something to meet that need. I consider submission when I pray God’s will for his life.
Yet to some people, it seems the only definition of submission that matters is that when you have a difference of opinion, she defers to him.
I want my kids to thirst for learning. I want them to be wowed by this world in which we live. I want them to find their passion and then pursue it until they’re cross-eyed. I want them to stay up until two in the morning finishing that crazy-good book they just can’t put down. I want them to job shadow. To intern. To take those art classes and guitar classes we’ve been putting off. I want them to spend time with their friends, talking about nothing important and everything that matters. I want them to trade kitchen chairs for bicycle seats. I want to go for hikes on muddy afternoons, and visit the local superhero museum. I want them to memorize lines for plays, and invent colorful compounds with chemistry sets. I want them to build their own motherboards and design their own video games. I want them to write stories and songs.
I want them to know that learning has nothing to do with textbooks compiled by educational experts and everything to do with finding out stuff.
I want Monday mornings to stop feeling like Monday mornings.
“Americans find ourselves in a period — arguably, the first in our nation’s history — when our unease about being in nature is coming to outweigh our desire for it….Being on the trail, in the woods, or on the river for days on end brings not just thoughts of blisters and bugs and rain and heat, but perhaps more alarming, the loss of cellphone service and Facebook.”
“The moment we quit trying to teach our son anything was the moment he started really learning.”
1.)Our choice to homeschool is not a judgment on you.
We made a decision. For our family. For our kids. It was the best decision for us. For our kids. Not for you or yours. We don’t think less of you because you don’t homeschool. In fact, there are moments we are jealous of you because you actually have 5 minutes alone during the day. However, we are just trying to do what’s best for our kids. We know you are trying to do the best for your kids, too. Don’t judge us. We won’t judge you. It’s a win-win.
To see all that hard work pay off in such a delicious way – well, there are no words. Rewarding is an understatement. It’s life-changing.
Because we’re able to sit down at the table with fresh eggs, gathered the day before from our own free range hens, that have been fried in our own butter, served alongside a slice of our very own home cured bacon, a tall glass of fresh raw milk from our family cow, and a variety of vegetable or fruit from the garden… well, it’s easy to get spoiled.
Kings couldn’t dream of eating this well!
And on that note, I’ll call it a post.
What have you been gleaning lately?