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I carried the torch of being an English major for about one year. Part of the reason I initially desired to tout my proud identity of the elite who read and write on a regular basis, was that in recent years I awoken to my passion for writing. Good phrases, well written thoughts, have often struck me more deeply and profoundly than spoken words.
This effort seemed well under way, and only God Himself could find a way to stop me. In the past year, a great interupption took place in my life. One that has been plotted and transpired by God for the entirity of my life, which has become the most apparent since April 2004, though links from before that can be found. I am getting married this December. When you find yourself an independent person, in a society that praises women for being so, your pedestal to yourself can become higher and higher with time. I had begun to believe that I would not get married for another 5 to 10 years at least, and in that time perhaps start working on a Masters in a seminary, go to Africa, and several other bloated efforts in order to make my life feel valuable. Of course, as it always seems, God has humbled and brought me to a place of remembrance, that the greatest place is His will. And His will can be as simple or complicated as He chooses. This also provides a context to not challenge the fact that being identified as His child, is enough. This also challenges an idea that being a wife, and one day a mother, is somehow not satisifying to God, when I could be doing much greater things. But these things remain things, and remain in the will of God for another person. There are always seemingly never enough people for the work at hand. But then it remains to be left in the hands of the greatest one, the only one who can possibly fulfill all things great.
I must admit a great crisis at one point or another, when I realized I was engaged to be married. Through time, discussion and prayer, this also meant that I might have to give up the school I was going to, the grants I was receiving, and leaving behind the comfort of friends, networks of churchs and people that I was familiar with, as well as the safety of knowing that whatever I was doing that was great in my mind would either become nonexistant or change to whatever God saw fit. I imagined myself as Julianna Moore in "The Hours," depressed and bored with life, because all I would do is sit around and make a home for my husband. My God what misery I found in that. I know some joyfully take this task, of being amazing homemakers, and I cannot nor will I ever criticize that honorable calling, but in the present state of mind I began to feel trapped. Until I actually spoke to my fiance whom actually felt the same way as me regarding who I would be as his wife. A woman free to express, to explore, to dive in discussions and debates, to be used by God, to make a home together (though I must admit to finding myself becoming strangely attracted to the more traditional perceptions of wifehood).
I recently gave up my ideas of finished up my English degree at a California State University, and in some ways, have given up finishing school as my highest accomplishment. It has for many years, been an ideal, a proof of worth, intelligence and diligence. This does not mean I endorse every woman leaving school behind because they receive a proposal and ring from a suitable husband. In all honesty I have had to fight my perception that clings onto finishing within the next few years, when in fact God could have me never finish, or finish in His timing, versus mine. This is the road that God has set before me.
I have fought and fought with God about finishing school, about getting married after I finish, about my life look quite heroic and saintly, and He is steadily, and gently, taking this away. The way a parent nurtures their child into giving up the baby blanket that they believe is a true source of comfort, when in actuality it is a novelty item that bears immaturity.
In my desire to pursue the skills gained through my four years of education,(years that were not wasted or in vain, and are the only years spend completing any education then I will be satisfied), then I am continuing a path that alludes me, frustrates me, and gives me freedom.
I asked my fiance to give me something to write about, something broad, and he asked me "What does being a Proverbs 31 woman mean to you?" At once I mildy cringed, and remembered my intial reaction to reading the passage that disgusted and offended me. Far, but not too far from that reaction, I want to understand this illusive passage that at times brings me joy, and other times confuses and alludes me.
This effort seemed well under way, and only God Himself could find a way to stop me. In the past year, a great interupption took place in my life. One that has been plotted and transpired by God for the entirity of my life, which has become the most apparent since April 2004, though links from before that can be found. I am getting married this December. When you find yourself an independent person, in a society that praises women for being so, your pedestal to yourself can become higher and higher with time. I had begun to believe that I would not get married for another 5 to 10 years at least, and in that time perhaps start working on a Masters in a seminary, go to Africa, and several other bloated efforts in order to make my life feel valuable. Of course, as it always seems, God has humbled and brought me to a place of remembrance, that the greatest place is His will. And His will can be as simple or complicated as He chooses. This also provides a context to not challenge the fact that being identified as His child, is enough. This also challenges an idea that being a wife, and one day a mother, is somehow not satisifying to God, when I could be doing much greater things. But these things remain things, and remain in the will of God for another person. There are always seemingly never enough people for the work at hand. But then it remains to be left in the hands of the greatest one, the only one who can possibly fulfill all things great.
I must admit a great crisis at one point or another, when I realized I was engaged to be married. Through time, discussion and prayer, this also meant that I might have to give up the school I was going to, the grants I was receiving, and leaving behind the comfort of friends, networks of churchs and people that I was familiar with, as well as the safety of knowing that whatever I was doing that was great in my mind would either become nonexistant or change to whatever God saw fit. I imagined myself as Julianna Moore in "The Hours," depressed and bored with life, because all I would do is sit around and make a home for my husband. My God what misery I found in that. I know some joyfully take this task, of being amazing homemakers, and I cannot nor will I ever criticize that honorable calling, but in the present state of mind I began to feel trapped. Until I actually spoke to my fiance whom actually felt the same way as me regarding who I would be as his wife. A woman free to express, to explore, to dive in discussions and debates, to be used by God, to make a home together (though I must admit to finding myself becoming strangely attracted to the more traditional perceptions of wifehood).
I recently gave up my ideas of finished up my English degree at a California State University, and in some ways, have given up finishing school as my highest accomplishment. It has for many years, been an ideal, a proof of worth, intelligence and diligence. This does not mean I endorse every woman leaving school behind because they receive a proposal and ring from a suitable husband. In all honesty I have had to fight my perception that clings onto finishing within the next few years, when in fact God could have me never finish, or finish in His timing, versus mine. This is the road that God has set before me.
I have fought and fought with God about finishing school, about getting married after I finish, about my life look quite heroic and saintly, and He is steadily, and gently, taking this away. The way a parent nurtures their child into giving up the baby blanket that they believe is a true source of comfort, when in actuality it is a novelty item that bears immaturity.
In my desire to pursue the skills gained through my four years of education,(years that were not wasted or in vain, and are the only years spend completing any education then I will be satisfied), then I am continuing a path that alludes me, frustrates me, and gives me freedom.
I asked my fiance to give me something to write about, something broad, and he asked me "What does being a Proverbs 31 woman mean to you?" At once I mildy cringed, and remembered my intial reaction to reading the passage that disgusted and offended me. Far, but not too far from that reaction, I want to understand this illusive passage that at times brings me joy, and other times confuses and alludes me.