I don't know about you, but I am really getting tired of this gun scare-- the federal government is pushing so hard on this one issue, like they always do. They usually end up moving forward a bit but never get as far as they want... Next they'll come after the home-schoolers and families (again). Anyone who doesn't believe they have a socialist agenda is either really dull or simply chooses to look away, either way, it's their responsibility. It's very sad to see the world I grew up in slowly crumble, I know my children will not grow up in the same world and hurts my heart. But we still have so much to look forward to. With this gun push the conservative states are taking a stand simply telling D.C. that we will not follow unconstitutional laws anymore, and the liberal states are handing over their freedoms because they think it will make them more "safe" and make America more "peaceful". Well, it didn't really work for the Jewish people of Germany did it? They complied and then were mass murdered by their leaders... Let's not be so naive America-- people are evil and want power and money, simple as that, and with leaders who have no moral ground or obligation that's what will flourish....evil. So, maybe, just maybe the United States of America will fall, but the continent won't fall apart, maybe we'll have what the South wanted during the Civil War, freedom from a federal government and just a government that governs just the State, then people can pick and choose what laws they want to live by... Interesting thought. Anyways, Lucas and I aren't worried at this point-- we are staying alert and informed but we are not shaking in our boots...we still have a lot of ground to walk on and we definitely live in one of the best states in America! Go Idaho! We will be one of the last states standing! God sees all and is in control, ALWAYS! They can't take our freedoms if we don't give them up! And to end with my husband's favorite saying, "Molon Labe" : Come and take them!
Thursday, March 14, 2013
a small political piece-- beware of strong conservative-ism.
I don't know about you, but I am really getting tired of this gun scare-- the federal government is pushing so hard on this one issue, like they always do. They usually end up moving forward a bit but never get as far as they want... Next they'll come after the home-schoolers and families (again). Anyone who doesn't believe they have a socialist agenda is either really dull or simply chooses to look away, either way, it's their responsibility. It's very sad to see the world I grew up in slowly crumble, I know my children will not grow up in the same world and hurts my heart. But we still have so much to look forward to. With this gun push the conservative states are taking a stand simply telling D.C. that we will not follow unconstitutional laws anymore, and the liberal states are handing over their freedoms because they think it will make them more "safe" and make America more "peaceful". Well, it didn't really work for the Jewish people of Germany did it? They complied and then were mass murdered by their leaders... Let's not be so naive America-- people are evil and want power and money, simple as that, and with leaders who have no moral ground or obligation that's what will flourish....evil. So, maybe, just maybe the United States of America will fall, but the continent won't fall apart, maybe we'll have what the South wanted during the Civil War, freedom from a federal government and just a government that governs just the State, then people can pick and choose what laws they want to live by... Interesting thought. Anyways, Lucas and I aren't worried at this point-- we are staying alert and informed but we are not shaking in our boots...we still have a lot of ground to walk on and we definitely live in one of the best states in America! Go Idaho! We will be one of the last states standing! God sees all and is in control, ALWAYS! They can't take our freedoms if we don't give them up! And to end with my husband's favorite saying, "Molon Labe" : Come and take them!
Monday, March 4, 2013
:: random thoughts ::
Ahhh...life is moving quickly, it's hard to keep up sometimes. Malcolm is growing like a weed, he'll be nine months on the 19th! And another little one is in the making...whoops! Spilled the beans =) Yes, I am pregnant! I'm about 6 weeks along and my due date is somewhere in mid-October (I think). It's very exciting. We were hoping to move so we could have some more space, as we are in a one bedroom, basement apartment-- but I don't think that's going to happen right away, we need to stay put for a bit; we just got out of debt and we don't need a rent that's almost twice as much as ours now, that would be very taxing on us again and we just got some wiggle room! God is good, and we still have A LOT to be thankful for in this hobbit hole of ours =) Well, this week on the agenda we have: grocery shopping, cleaning (always!), a potluck dinner with friends, a rehearsal dinner and wedding... those are a few of the big ones. So, I know this post doesn't shout excitement, nor does it have a hidden message, it was just about our daily lives... Hope I didn't bore you too badly! My next one should be better! Have a blessed and joy filled day!
Monday, February 25, 2013
Scrabble
The other evening we were at my in-laws. I was having a conversation with my FIL (father-in-law) at about 10:30 at night. We were talking about bachelor parties and how they usually are fairly lame because guys just can't seem to figure out what to do when no gals are around! At, least that's what FIL said! He made an analogy about it, he said, "it's like playing a game of Scrabble with only vowels, it's hard, lame and ends quickly." I found that interesting... I thought about it for a bit and then mentioned to him that his analogy was quite good! Men are like vowels and women are like consonants! Vowels are crucial to our language, without them our language would cease to exists! Without them we couldn't speak, write, rhyme... We need them! They are our staples in our language... Like men are, without them things don't function! They are our leaders, protectors, bread winners, our rocks. Now women are like the consonants, they give our language uniqueness and flair! They are all very different but compliment each other very well! They are the second most important things in our vocabulary! The consonants is what keeps language moving; like women, women keep things moving, up to speed. And we are very unique and colorful! And together with the vowels we are beautiful! Just a thought... =)
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Catching Up ^^
Hello all! I know it's been forever, life has been moving so fast! Let me update you on our life!
Here is what my days are filled with now: taking care of our eight month old son, cleaning, picking up toys, laundry, dishes...repeat! That's right, we had our first baby on June 19th, 2012 (which was our two year anniversary!). It was such a gift for our anniversary! Malcolm Israel Olson was born at 6:25 am, 7 pounds, 19.5 inches long. We had a lovely home-birth with the assistance of a mid-wife. I wouldn't change anything about it! He was beautiful and perfect, ten fingers, ten toes, and a head full of dark brown hair (it's an ashy blonde now, though!). We thank God daily for our little boy even though he can be quite a handful sometimes! He babbles a lot saying, "dada, mama, baba, gaga...and many other un-typable words!
So, this also means I am a stay-at-home wife and mama! I left my job at Sherwin-Williams in May of last year. I loved the four years I was there, great job, but I love my job now more, and it's far more important! Lucas works as a goldsmith for a local jewelry store here in town and it's a wonderful job for him. He gets to use his trade he went to school for and works with some awesome people. A lot better atmosphere than the pawn shop he worked at previously!
So, let's see if I can stay up to date better with this...cross your fingers!
Here is what my days are filled with now: taking care of our eight month old son, cleaning, picking up toys, laundry, dishes...repeat! That's right, we had our first baby on June 19th, 2012 (which was our two year anniversary!). It was such a gift for our anniversary! Malcolm Israel Olson was born at 6:25 am, 7 pounds, 19.5 inches long. We had a lovely home-birth with the assistance of a mid-wife. I wouldn't change anything about it! He was beautiful and perfect, ten fingers, ten toes, and a head full of dark brown hair (it's an ashy blonde now, though!). We thank God daily for our little boy even though he can be quite a handful sometimes! He babbles a lot saying, "dada, mama, baba, gaga...and many other un-typable words!
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| Malcolm a few days old! |
So, let's see if I can stay up to date better with this...cross your fingers!
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| Around 3 month old. |
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| He's quiet distracted by the noise I am making! |
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| Having a blast after swimming at Elk Creek Falls. |
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| All ready for bed in his army jumper! |
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| Enjoying his Bumbo. |
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| Time for a walk in the cold winter night. |
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| Out for a picnic with some friends. |
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| Mum time! |
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| Three generations! |
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| [days filled with joy] |
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| Daddy time! |
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| Swing time, he hate his swing! |
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| Dad's solution to keep him on the couch since he is mobile now! |
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| toys & slobber =) |
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| He looks like a Bailey here! |
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Women vs. Men
In this post I want to talk about something that is a bit personal to me. It's also something I've struggled with since I can remember...
My parents divorced when I was three years old (no, this isn't a sob story about my parent being divorced!). My Dad recieved full custody of me and my brother for various reason. I saw my Mom here and there but she definitely wasn't around regularly, nor could I rely on her for anything because she didn't have custody of us... Now let me make this clear before I get into this; I have a good relationship with my Mum now, I had to get over a lot and forgive a lot from things passed.. I have and I love my Mum and do not want to dishonor her in any way, but I do have tell you my feelings when I was younger to get my point across. Now that we have that established that, let me get back to the point... So, my Dad raised me; it was just my Dad, my brother and me for nine years together. Coincidently I ended up feeling more comfortable around boys and men than girls and women. Plus, as I got older I had trust issues with women because of my Mum, I felt she didn't want us and didn't want to be involved in our lives. I felt like she ran away from her reponsibilty... Once I turned 12 my Dad married again, she was our Step Mother for eight years. So, all through my junior high and high school years she was around. We were close in some instances but she already had two kids of her own so she never came too close, if you can understand that. Now the other part of this story is when I became a Christian-- before I was a Christian I had a few very close girlfriends. I did everything with these girls and we went through a lot together. Once I became a Christian (when I was 15) our relationships changed. We still stayed friends but I had different morals then they did and there were certain things I wouldn't do or say. So, my weekends became filled with work instead of spending time with my friends because I didn't party, etc. I'm not trying to sound like a saint or better than them, I'm just explaining that we had different priorities and motives in things. My life was starting to become very lonely.. And once I graduated and moved to Lewiston I didn't hear from anyone back at home. The whole summer after high school I spent my time at work or with my brother. All the girls that had been in my life were gone. I felt very alone and spent my time praying for some real friends.. God answered my prayers by putting me in a church that had a good sized 'college group', but I unfortunetly only answered His gift half way.. I have met some amazing girls that are apart of that college group at my home church but sadly I was so afraid of getting close to girls again, thinking they would all leave, I kept them at an arms length away. I had been hurt by so many fickle women before that I felt that if I didn't get too close then I couldn't get hurt-- but then I just ended up hurting myself because of it. To put the cherry on top of it all, in 2010, right when I was getting married my Dad and Step Mom were going through a divorce. I haven't seen her since my wedding day. I wasn't all that surprised and honestly, not that hurt because parts of my heart are so closed and cold that sometimes they just don't even feel...and let me just say that I am NOT proud of that last statement. It's not a good place to be, I'd rather cry my eyes out for weeks than not feel anything. I want to wear my heart on my sleeve and not hide it in a lead box, buried under ten feet of dirt, but sadly that's where it's ended up...at least in this area of life.
So, the real point of of this post is not to point fingers at those who have wronged me but to look in the mirror at myself and say to anyone who wants to hear: I am a bad friend. I don't know how to be a good friend, not because of a lack of effort but because of a lack of heart. I hate the fact that I can carry on a conversation with the guys I have in my life for hours and can hardly have a conversation with ANY of the girls I know, including my Mum and sisters-in-law. I hate the fact that the only conversations I have with women at church here in Lewiston or in Kamiah or anywhere else are the generic conversations about what's going on in life and the weather. What I truly want and long for with the gals in my life is deep conversations, phone calls just to say hi, sharing: stories,struggles, heart aches, joys, even conversations about nothing that we can laugh at later! I want to be able to hold a girlfriends hand like sisters do and not feel afraid that she feels awkward or uncomfortable. I want to be able to call a girlfriend up bawling about nothing, just because I'm sad and vice versa! I want to be able to go shopping with a girlfriend and try on ridiculous outfits just because we want to! *Sigh* but I am too afraid to offer any of that because I'm afraid of rejection. And I just don't know how to share my heart... I don't know how to not hold someone at an arms length away. So, for anyone gal who reads this I just want to say I'm sorry. I don't know how to be a friend anymore and I see and understand why you wouldn't want me as a close friend. I pray to God that He can teach me to open up my heart to the women around me and teach me to be a good friend again... Please pray for me.
Yours Truly,
Tessa O.
My parents divorced when I was three years old (no, this isn't a sob story about my parent being divorced!). My Dad recieved full custody of me and my brother for various reason. I saw my Mom here and there but she definitely wasn't around regularly, nor could I rely on her for anything because she didn't have custody of us... Now let me make this clear before I get into this; I have a good relationship with my Mum now, I had to get over a lot and forgive a lot from things passed.. I have and I love my Mum and do not want to dishonor her in any way, but I do have tell you my feelings when I was younger to get my point across. Now that we have that established that, let me get back to the point... So, my Dad raised me; it was just my Dad, my brother and me for nine years together. Coincidently I ended up feeling more comfortable around boys and men than girls and women. Plus, as I got older I had trust issues with women because of my Mum, I felt she didn't want us and didn't want to be involved in our lives. I felt like she ran away from her reponsibilty... Once I turned 12 my Dad married again, she was our Step Mother for eight years. So, all through my junior high and high school years she was around. We were close in some instances but she already had two kids of her own so she never came too close, if you can understand that. Now the other part of this story is when I became a Christian-- before I was a Christian I had a few very close girlfriends. I did everything with these girls and we went through a lot together. Once I became a Christian (when I was 15) our relationships changed. We still stayed friends but I had different morals then they did and there were certain things I wouldn't do or say. So, my weekends became filled with work instead of spending time with my friends because I didn't party, etc. I'm not trying to sound like a saint or better than them, I'm just explaining that we had different priorities and motives in things. My life was starting to become very lonely.. And once I graduated and moved to Lewiston I didn't hear from anyone back at home. The whole summer after high school I spent my time at work or with my brother. All the girls that had been in my life were gone. I felt very alone and spent my time praying for some real friends.. God answered my prayers by putting me in a church that had a good sized 'college group', but I unfortunetly only answered His gift half way.. I have met some amazing girls that are apart of that college group at my home church but sadly I was so afraid of getting close to girls again, thinking they would all leave, I kept them at an arms length away. I had been hurt by so many fickle women before that I felt that if I didn't get too close then I couldn't get hurt-- but then I just ended up hurting myself because of it. To put the cherry on top of it all, in 2010, right when I was getting married my Dad and Step Mom were going through a divorce. I haven't seen her since my wedding day. I wasn't all that surprised and honestly, not that hurt because parts of my heart are so closed and cold that sometimes they just don't even feel...and let me just say that I am NOT proud of that last statement. It's not a good place to be, I'd rather cry my eyes out for weeks than not feel anything. I want to wear my heart on my sleeve and not hide it in a lead box, buried under ten feet of dirt, but sadly that's where it's ended up...at least in this area of life.
So, the real point of of this post is not to point fingers at those who have wronged me but to look in the mirror at myself and say to anyone who wants to hear: I am a bad friend. I don't know how to be a good friend, not because of a lack of effort but because of a lack of heart. I hate the fact that I can carry on a conversation with the guys I have in my life for hours and can hardly have a conversation with ANY of the girls I know, including my Mum and sisters-in-law. I hate the fact that the only conversations I have with women at church here in Lewiston or in Kamiah or anywhere else are the generic conversations about what's going on in life and the weather. What I truly want and long for with the gals in my life is deep conversations, phone calls just to say hi, sharing: stories,struggles, heart aches, joys, even conversations about nothing that we can laugh at later! I want to be able to hold a girlfriends hand like sisters do and not feel afraid that she feels awkward or uncomfortable. I want to be able to call a girlfriend up bawling about nothing, just because I'm sad and vice versa! I want to be able to go shopping with a girlfriend and try on ridiculous outfits just because we want to! *Sigh* but I am too afraid to offer any of that because I'm afraid of rejection. And I just don't know how to share my heart... I don't know how to not hold someone at an arms length away. So, for anyone gal who reads this I just want to say I'm sorry. I don't know how to be a friend anymore and I see and understand why you wouldn't want me as a close friend. I pray to God that He can teach me to open up my heart to the women around me and teach me to be a good friend again... Please pray for me.
Yours Truly,
Tessa O.
Friday, March 2, 2012
[tid-bits]
I've been struggling what to write about for the past two months. You would think that in the past five months something should have sparked my interest enough the was 'worthy' enough for me to sit down and write about it! I guess that's just how life is... I believe everyone could write a book about their life-- I bet most of them would be best sellers, too. But actually sitting down and writing everything, trying to explain everything the way you see and making your point, it can be tricky. Some people were given a gift by God that allows them to be able to write down their words and in a way they turn into an actions in peoples minds. I fear I do not have this gift. I do enjoy writing regardless-- plus, very few people will ever see these documented words! ;)
So-- I have left the question lingering... what am I going to write about today?? Well, I'll let you in on a little secret *whispers* I have no idea!! I just really wanted to write, so I thought I'd just ramble and see what we get! (That's how I cook sometimes!)
The news I have to report on is: the first and most exciting thing is God has granted Lucas and I with one amazing gift and responsibility, I am pregnant (again) and this time the wee-one made it past 8 weeks! I am currently 23 weeks along and the little person is well and kicking (literally!). I have to admit, some woman love being pregnant-- I am not one of those woman! I am thrilled to be carrying a little soul but I do not like gaining weight and I do not like being tired and having mood swings! This too will pass, though. And I think this is one of God's ways of teaching us women that we cannot control everything and that we have to make sacrifices for the greater good. And the hardest thing for me to sacrifice is my figure-- I never realized how vein I was until I started gaining weight and my tummy started growing. It's amazing how much of society has gotten to me-- I have to keep remembering and reminding myself that my worth does not come from how I look or what shirt size I wear. (Keep in mind that I do believe that God gaves us these bodies and we need to take care of them, but weight and eating healthy can be two totally different things).
Other news, I just finished reading a book, it's Elizabeth Elliot's Let Me Be A Woman. It's for any girl and woman in any part life. Elizabeth explains so very well what it means to be a woman-- I have to warn you though, it does not follow todays ideals, beliefs or politically correct terms. It follows strictly God's commands of what our role is as women; some of it may take some getting used to, I know it took me a long time to really open up my mind and heart to them! Today, society sees rules, limitaions and roles as suffocating, lessing and burdensome. And it's easy to view them that way, especially with the ideas of society meshing with the ideas of the churches. Hate to break it to you, but the ideas of society cannot evolve/move with the churches because they stand for two totally different and opposite things, or at least they are suppose to. Anyway, instead of getting on my soapbox let me just highly recommend reading Elizabeth's book and let God do the work, because if God can't convince you then I surely can't!
Well, I think I'm going to have to cut this one short because I have a Rotorooter guy walking about my house and have lost my train of thought for the most part (though, I am glad he is here!) Until next time, have a wonderful week, month or months (depending on how long it takes me to sit down and write again!)
So-- I have left the question lingering... what am I going to write about today?? Well, I'll let you in on a little secret *whispers* I have no idea!! I just really wanted to write, so I thought I'd just ramble and see what we get! (That's how I cook sometimes!)
The news I have to report on is: the first and most exciting thing is God has granted Lucas and I with one amazing gift and responsibility, I am pregnant (again) and this time the wee-one made it past 8 weeks! I am currently 23 weeks along and the little person is well and kicking (literally!). I have to admit, some woman love being pregnant-- I am not one of those woman! I am thrilled to be carrying a little soul but I do not like gaining weight and I do not like being tired and having mood swings! This too will pass, though. And I think this is one of God's ways of teaching us women that we cannot control everything and that we have to make sacrifices for the greater good. And the hardest thing for me to sacrifice is my figure-- I never realized how vein I was until I started gaining weight and my tummy started growing. It's amazing how much of society has gotten to me-- I have to keep remembering and reminding myself that my worth does not come from how I look or what shirt size I wear. (Keep in mind that I do believe that God gaves us these bodies and we need to take care of them, but weight and eating healthy can be two totally different things).
Other news, I just finished reading a book, it's Elizabeth Elliot's Let Me Be A Woman. It's for any girl and woman in any part life. Elizabeth explains so very well what it means to be a woman-- I have to warn you though, it does not follow todays ideals, beliefs or politically correct terms. It follows strictly God's commands of what our role is as women; some of it may take some getting used to, I know it took me a long time to really open up my mind and heart to them! Today, society sees rules, limitaions and roles as suffocating, lessing and burdensome. And it's easy to view them that way, especially with the ideas of society meshing with the ideas of the churches. Hate to break it to you, but the ideas of society cannot evolve/move with the churches because they stand for two totally different and opposite things, or at least they are suppose to. Anyway, instead of getting on my soapbox let me just highly recommend reading Elizabeth's book and let God do the work, because if God can't convince you then I surely can't!
Well, I think I'm going to have to cut this one short because I have a Rotorooter guy walking about my house and have lost my train of thought for the most part (though, I am glad he is here!) Until next time, have a wonderful week, month or months (depending on how long it takes me to sit down and write again!)
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Something BIG?
I became a christian in the summer 2005. To me, it seems a lifetime ago, but in reality it wasn't. I remember a conversation with my youth pastor at that time-- I remember telling him that I didn't know what God had in store me in the future but I felt like it was something big. Something important.
For many years I felt it was a calling towards missions. I loved going on missions trips and doing God's work in the mission field. Now that I think back, I was most interested in missions because I didn't fit anywhere. I had no place really in my family, after high school I hardly talked to any of my friends that I grew up with for 13 years, and I didn't possess any particular skill that would get me very far in life. I was lost and was constantly trying to "get to the mission field". I tried many times to get to Bible College so I could learn more about God's word and so I would have more opportunities towards missions. But, try as I might, I never prevailed.
God had other plans for me. In November of 2009 I met the love of my life, Lucas. And by June 2010 we were married! Whew, did that man take my life into full speed! I had much to learn as a new wife... I never realized how lost I really was until I look back to who I was before Lucas. God sent me the answers to my prayers through Lucas. My man isn't interested in money (well, I mean he is, but it's not his goal in life!), he's not interested in being in the CEO of some big corporation, he's not interested in fancy things (except for his guns and knives!), and he wasn't interested in having a modern wife. He didn't want a career woman or a women's rights leader, he was looking for his Help Meet. Little did I know what that was when I first got married!
He informed me that once we started having children that he wanted me to stay home, and then once they old enough he wanted me to home school the children... "Whoa, hold it mister! I'm not qualified for any of this! I wasn't raised to be a house wife, or a stay at home mother!"... It took many hours of talking to Lucas, talking to God, talking to my Mother-in-law to finally see that I didn't have to be qualified or raised to be these things-- these were the things God had intended me to be. He was my teacher and all I needed. Since being married I have learned A LOT! And I have never felt more "right" with myself or "right" with God. I don't feel like I need to be anywhere else. Yes, I do get restless somedays when all the house work is done and all I can think of doing is twiddling my thumbs but these times will pass and we'll have little ones to keep me busy for many, many years!
God thinks very highly of women and has given us a grave responsibilty-- he calls it "building a nation". How powerfully is that? We as women, if we decide to pick up the torch, have one of the most influencial and important jobs in life-- raising children and building a strong home for our family. God gave us this responsibility and too many women have dropped the ball running after selfish ambitions and dreams. Well, I am not going to be one of those women. I have much to learn but with God on my side and Lucas on my other I will succeed as long as I keep in mind what my true job is as a woman. God doesn't want sissy women, he needs strong, courageous women who are willing to sacrifice themselves for the Kingdom. And I can only hope that I grow and learn to be one of those women, and when I go Home I can only pray He will say, "Well done, good and faithful servant."
So, my idea of "something big" back in 2005 was a bit off of what it is today, but I know that God has me hear and no one else can fill my place. I have a job to do, and even though it's not exactly mission work, I still have a mission. To respect and love my husband, to build up our home to be strong, to bear and raise Godly children, and to "build a nation".
For many years I felt it was a calling towards missions. I loved going on missions trips and doing God's work in the mission field. Now that I think back, I was most interested in missions because I didn't fit anywhere. I had no place really in my family, after high school I hardly talked to any of my friends that I grew up with for 13 years, and I didn't possess any particular skill that would get me very far in life. I was lost and was constantly trying to "get to the mission field". I tried many times to get to Bible College so I could learn more about God's word and so I would have more opportunities towards missions. But, try as I might, I never prevailed.
God had other plans for me. In November of 2009 I met the love of my life, Lucas. And by June 2010 we were married! Whew, did that man take my life into full speed! I had much to learn as a new wife... I never realized how lost I really was until I look back to who I was before Lucas. God sent me the answers to my prayers through Lucas. My man isn't interested in money (well, I mean he is, but it's not his goal in life!), he's not interested in being in the CEO of some big corporation, he's not interested in fancy things (except for his guns and knives!), and he wasn't interested in having a modern wife. He didn't want a career woman or a women's rights leader, he was looking for his Help Meet. Little did I know what that was when I first got married!
He informed me that once we started having children that he wanted me to stay home, and then once they old enough he wanted me to home school the children... "Whoa, hold it mister! I'm not qualified for any of this! I wasn't raised to be a house wife, or a stay at home mother!"... It took many hours of talking to Lucas, talking to God, talking to my Mother-in-law to finally see that I didn't have to be qualified or raised to be these things-- these were the things God had intended me to be. He was my teacher and all I needed. Since being married I have learned A LOT! And I have never felt more "right" with myself or "right" with God. I don't feel like I need to be anywhere else. Yes, I do get restless somedays when all the house work is done and all I can think of doing is twiddling my thumbs but these times will pass and we'll have little ones to keep me busy for many, many years!
God thinks very highly of women and has given us a grave responsibilty-- he calls it "building a nation". How powerfully is that? We as women, if we decide to pick up the torch, have one of the most influencial and important jobs in life-- raising children and building a strong home for our family. God gave us this responsibility and too many women have dropped the ball running after selfish ambitions and dreams. Well, I am not going to be one of those women. I have much to learn but with God on my side and Lucas on my other I will succeed as long as I keep in mind what my true job is as a woman. God doesn't want sissy women, he needs strong, courageous women who are willing to sacrifice themselves for the Kingdom. And I can only hope that I grow and learn to be one of those women, and when I go Home I can only pray He will say, "Well done, good and faithful servant."
So, my idea of "something big" back in 2005 was a bit off of what it is today, but I know that God has me hear and no one else can fill my place. I have a job to do, and even though it's not exactly mission work, I still have a mission. To respect and love my husband, to build up our home to be strong, to bear and raise Godly children, and to "build a nation".
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