When I was young and a prophet about my own life, I knew exactly how it would play out. I’d finish my two years in AIM (Adventures in Missions) with the Sunset Church of Christ in Lubbock Texas after a year or three in a nice place like Switzerland or other English speaking European country, and then I’d be off to Harding University for a teaching degree.
I’d live in a small cottage, yellow, with a big oak tree in the front yard. I’d have a Collie named Scones and during my summer break from teaching English grammar and literature to middle graders (oh yeah, I was brilliant wasn’t I?) I’d write books and travel.
My dreams were, of course, slightly flexible but no matter what, I wasn’t getting married and I was NOT having children. And God laughed.
I had my first child before I turned 18, was married at 18, and had my last (at present anyway) child at age 34. I do live in that small cottage but the tree in my front yard is dead and my dog is a mutt named Sergeant. I am a teacher at our cottage school but I discovered very early that I despise teaching. I do it because I love my children. I do write between teaching the kids and marinating chicken, however.
My goals and desires for my married life were much more accurate or at least fulfilled to some degree. I bought this book right after we were married.
I remember little about this book but I do remember it asking me to choose two areas to “major in” as a Christian homemaker. I chose child training and sewing and I’d say the two things I’m most known for being passionate about are child training and sewing. Had I been forced to choose a third, I know I’d have chosen writing. I debated between sewing and writing and I finally chose sewing because it seemed so much more “homemakery”.
I’d like to emphasize that I DO NOT regret my life. My goals were those of a girl who knew what SHE wanted for her life but who also neglected to ask the Lord what HE wanted for her life. Had I gone to the Word and studied the lives of Biblical women, the instructions to women in general, and prayed for wisdom for MY life, I might (and probably would have) come to a very different plan for my life.
I’m just so glad that I was so wrong. I can’t imagine what a lonely life I’d chosen for myself. I would have become even more selfish than I already was. I would have missed out on a wonderful life with a wonderful man like Kevin and my children- and my bestekid! None would be here right now.
I love it when I’m wrong and God is right!