Yesterday was my husband’s ten year reunion for high school. We were small town high school sweethearts so I wanted to go but we could neither afford it nor did we have a desire to leave our children overnight. However, it was the perfect opportunity for the enemy to start whispering in my ear. I only wish I hadn’t listened, though I am so grateful for what the Lord showed me instead. You see, I remember very well who I was in high school. Yesterday, probably better than normal with the little reminders that kept cropping up from seemingly nowhere. I was fun, vibrant, outgoing. I was in charge, knew what I wanted, how to get it, willing to work for it, determined to never be a doormat.
I was always doing something and had big dreams. I was very involved in school, yearbook, sports, even ASB at one point. I wanted to be a lawyer, go to a good college, live in NYC, travel around the world.If I go married and had children, which was a huge if since I didn’t want them, it would be MUCH later in my life. I pretty much imagined my life would be like a movie. I mean, what non-believing teenager doesn’t? I wasn’t raised in a Christian home and the values of family, home and submission were not instilled in me. I was, I am ashamed to say, openly promiscuous until I met my husband. And to me, it wasn’t a big deal at the time. I had even had an abortion when I was a teen, which I still regret to this day.
Nowadays, my idea of sparkling conversation involve diapers and what’s growing in my garden. I have four children and am a stay at home mother, training, teaching, cooking and cleaning my days away. What’s that compared to being a lawyer, helping others, living a big life, traveling? How can I deal with the common issues of bickering, floors that never stay clean, laundry that never stays tidy and folded, and food that always needs cooking when I was supposed to be so much more than this? What would all those other people think of me: submissive; the Jesus freak; not even having finished college; home schooling; still staying in our small town and buying a house there in which to raise a family? Was this really what I wanted to show people? Never mind the fact that a lot of them know what we are doing and who we are thanks to social media. For some reason, actually seeing them made a big difference.
My husband could see I was working up to a huge outburst so he took the children to the park. I decided to make dinner and clean the house before home school started today.
Yet another thing that separated me from who I used to be: home schooling. I loved school, was always the teacher’s pet and got great grades without even trying. Still feeling down and defeated, I put on my favorite worship CD and started to chop veggies for the supper I was making. Ironically, I was making stew because I sure was stewing about the life I had wanted. The life I had intended to have. The life I had given up for this one.
Suddenly, the peace of the Lord fell upon me in a powerful way. The Lord says in John 14:27, “Peace I leave with you, My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.”
I was right! I had given up the life I had wanted and intended for this one. And yes, it is filled with messes, bickering and irritations. But it is filled with joy, laughter, hugs, kisses and peace. I don’t want to be a lawyer, a law enforcer. I want to be a grace enforcer and I get to be that to my children everyday. I don’t want to miss a moment of my children’s learning and I don’t have to.
While diapers aren’t always a good topic of conversation, there is nothing wrong with finding joy in the fruit of the land that the Lord has brought us into. And that the land is in a small town where we grew up is all that much better. We can go to the exact place my husband and I met to show our children. We can continue our legacy where it started. Why would I want to live in the city surrounded by man’s creation and glory when I can live in this small town surrounded by God’s creation?Am I a freak for wearing skirts more often than most or purposely donning femininity as a reminder to be sweet and feminine and submit to my husband or am I an obedient child of God doing my best to bring joy and peace into my home by following God’s calling on my life?Best of all, I get to give up my dreams in favor of the Lord’s dream for me. What a trade! I give up on something that would have undoubtedly brought me sorrow for something that invariably brings me joy. And I get to help three little men, a tiny lady, and my grown man to grow into the Lord’s dreams for them, which is the most rewarding and demanding job I could have ever dreamed about.
Truly, God’s Word is true in Jer 29:11: “For I know the thoughts that I have toward you, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope.”
The above story was written by me and originally published in the April 2012 edition of Above Rubies Magazine. You can request your free subscription to this encouraging magazine at aboverubies.org