Becoming a housecleaner and having seven kids was never “the plan.” Only letting God lead the way was. And I’m so thankful He took the wheel because if I hadn’t let Him drive, I wouldn’t be where I am today.
I wouldn’t be married to the man who has loved me better than most of my own family. I wouldn’t have been pushed to start my own business in order to make the most money I could while working from home so that I could raise a family and homeschool alongside working. I wouldn’t have had this much experience with which to consult new and prospective homeschoolers, homeowners and couples, helping more people than I ever did in nursing and to be truly alive rather than walking dead. So many days I woke up to the same chair with a mug of coffee in the wee hours of morning prayer, saying ”My God, my God, how did I get here? Where would I be without Thee?” I probably would be single, having dated a million losers never settling on Mr. Perfect, naively believing there’s actually one out there. I would be out every day spending my earnings because there would be nobody to save for, always coming home to a new face and never one that knows me as well as myself or better. I’d probably come home to a white overstuffed couch that never gets sat in and aimlessly fluff pillows and throws, snap chatting and posting pictures of things rather than people, friends rather than family. I probably wouldn’t even have a pet just because I don’t like mess. I’d be that shallow. My hair, make-up and nails would be perfect but my soul empty. “Thank you, Jesus, for taking the wheel and saving me from myself.”
Thank you for bringing me to a day where the white couch is covered in stains and slipping throws, the pillows strewn all over the floor. The concave marks in each cushion the “I wuz here” sign the kids leave behind reminding me it’s all real. Thank you, Jesus, for taking the wheel.
Her House 