Y’all, I’m good at a lot of things: cooking, photography, eating tacos. I mean, I rock them. (Humility, maybe not so much.) One thing I’m not good at: SEWING.
My grandma, who is still an incredible seamstress, taught me a basic hand stitch when I was probably about seven years old. I thought I was going to revolutionize the world of sewing (I was a big dreamer). I don’t ever recall actually sewing anything, other than a few stitches here or there, but I thought I was awesome.
Fast forward 17 years, and here I am. Married. Wifing (it’s a thing). My husband was working with a friend of ours last week and came home with a nice rip in his jeans. Not a big hole, just an L-shaped rip on the front of the thigh. But these are his work jeans, and he likes them, so …
We live in an ugly world. It is full of pain, hurt, and tragedy. So let’s take a few minutes and just be honest. We’re not going to blame-shift. We’re not going to try to come up with solutions. We’re just going to discuss the real issue here.
The enemy. The devil. Satan. Stupidhead. Whatever you want to call him.
“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy.”-John 10:10
Saturday night, 50 people were killed in a mass shooting at a nightclub in Orlando. That is 50 families, 50 groups of friends, and 50 sets of coworkers who are hurting deeply for their loved ones. It’s unthinkable, unimaginable, unbelievable. My mind can’t grasp a hold of 50 people laying there, dead. It’s insane.
I’m sure you’ve all heard the actual news surrounding this tragedy, so let’s bypass that and get to the question that everyone wants an answer to:
As a child, I dreamed. As a teen, I planned. And as a young adult, I completed years of college, all to achieve my dream job. I became a teacher. I earned my Bachelor’s degree in elementary education, and then I went a step farther and earned my Master’s in Instructional Technology. It was exactly what I had always dreamed of, but after 2 years in the profession, I quit to become a homemaker. As crazy as it seems, it was the perfect decision. Let me explain to you why I chose homemaking over my dream job.