"I called to Him and He answered me."

Could "finding" God's will actually be easier than the stories?

I haven't posted anything in forever. 

God's grace never ceases to amaze me.  So, I have been planning and praying and preparing for a future...my future.  Of course, God was supposed to be involved.  Afterall, I was doing all of this for His glory, right?  Going through highschool, looking at different avenues for jobs, careers, etc.  Boy, is that overwhelming!  I had so many different things that I wanted to do.  But, at the root of all of it was a deep desire to change the culture for Jesus Christ--that was my duty, correct?  I looked at everything from going into the Air Force, to learning Arabic as an Islamic Studies major (to do missions work in the Middle East), to moving overseas.  Everything, but the thing the Lord had commanded me to prepare for. 

What was my goal anyway?  Well of course I wanted to have a family, and lots (try 17) children.  Then, I would be the perfect wife and homemaker.  But until then, I had stuff to do, places to go, people to see.  Later of course, I would meet the perfect man who fulfilled all the qualities on my 600 page list and settle down.

If my career was more likely than not one of a wife and mother, why on earth was I not preparing for it?

I interned with the GOP, pursued competitive sports, was involved in anything and everything but preparing for what my ultimate purpose as a woman is.  To glorify God, by fulfilling the role He made me for, that of a helper.   

Okay, so fine, I read some books.  Some very good books--some very good scriptures.  And, the Lord has made it clear to me.  In all of my attempts to serve Him, I was actually falling over my own pride.  I could be revolutionary, I could be a strong woman for Him, I could defend the faith and prove to the world that all of my homeschooling was not a failure.  I could prove that I was someone, of course humbly attempting to bring God into the picture. 

But, why did I think my position and credentials would make me anything?  Was I willing to travel a different road and pursue the scorned? 

Simply put, was I willing to follow what I soon believed was God's design and purpose for women, or would I cave to the pressure of my church and even friends?    

Alright, so to quickly try to summarize everything:

I am a daughter, a daughter preparing for a lifetime of service.  I will remain under my dad's authority and guidance until the day I marry (if I do).  I am in training to run a household.  I will be using this season in my life to serve my family (unfortunately, I haven't quite got that concept down yet ), the community--with the local Pregnancy centers, and learn practical business skills with my dad--as well as assist him in his work.   Oh, and just for the record--I am getting a degree.  An Associates in Business Management, and then a Bachelor's in Christian Counseling.  My parents want me to have the Business degree for any "just in case" situations, and I can't wait to study Calvin and Edwards (I love Edwards) from a Reformed Bible school. 

That was actually a pretty short summary.  *pats self on back*

So, I actually enjoy the rude comments, and funny looks and the phrases ending with "you have so much potential" and a sigh.  If only they knew. 

He never said it would be easy.

---Taken from an American Family Association Action Alert

" When you men get back home and met an anti war protester. Look him in the eye... shake his hand, and wink at his girlfriend because she knows shes dating a pussy"  - General Tommy Franks  

Haha, I love that quote!!!