Growing up in a family as one of five children with a devoted focus on keeping Mom at home meant that the family rule was get a job at 16. Before I turned 16, I picked blueberries and babysat for spending money. Allowance wasn’t an option in our home. A week before I turned 16, I got my first job – in a sheet metal factory.
My husband and I bought a consignment boutique (I’d been managing it for almost four years) two weeks before we got married. After ten years in the Small Business world, we sold our two boutiques. My husband got a job as a computer programmer and I came home. All I have ever wanted to be was a wife and a mother. My first ten years as a wife I worked. Now I was home and I couldn’t be happier.
But, that didn’t go as planned. In 2015, I became chronically ill. After ten years of running on adrenaline while we owned our business, and some starvation dieting, my body was done. It took me until the fall of 2016 to get back to even a slow normal. With plans for seminary for my husband, and having spent two years on my couch, we decided I should get a part time job. Back to retail I went.
2018 dawned clear and bright! My husband had been called as an elder of our church and our church is going to cover the cost of his education. Home again, home again, jiggity-jig. Over the years, my view of being a house wife has changed. I’ve gone from viewing it as a non-career, innate feminine skill, to my full-time career, requiring education and thought. It’s also the main focus in life. I serve my church when I take care of my home. And now I serve my pastor when I take care of my home.
Just to keep any other women out there from feeling under attack: I still struggle with chronic health issue. There are days where just getting food on the table seems to big of a job. This is a choice me and my husband have made, which I find very fulfilling. I enjoy ironing sheets, doing laundry, shopping, cleaning, and handling bigger projects. I find it an exciting challenge. What we do isn’t the gospel. The gospel is the gospel.
I never imagined hearthkeeping would be such a big job. Nor was I really prepared for how much feminism has snuck into my own thinking. I grew up very conservative and traditional. I always treated our business as a part of being my husband’s wife and not as a career. I always wanted to be a housewife. I never imagined the lies I had let slip in that make me doubt the veracity of what I’m doing. As I work through this,I’ll write about it so that my journey can help others.
We don’t have children. I’ve talked about that in many blog posts. I have many nieces and nephews, but no children of my own. The struggles of trusting God, loving my husband, and facing my age has been a long journey. I hope to share it with many women as the Lord provides. Needless to say, Sarah, Hannah, Elizabeth, and Samson’s mother are my Biblical heroines. God heard their prayers and I trust – regardless His answer – that He hears mine.
It is not my goal to guilt or burden any woman who works outside the home. I’ve been there, done that, got the t-shirt. In another words, I know exactly what it’s like to work outside the home and love what you do. I also know what it’s like to work outside the home and hate every minute of it. I know the strict schedule it requires and I know the sacrifices it requires. I know how much you have to say no. All I want to do on this blog is share my personal journey and my personal thoughts. I want to share with you how the Lord led me and my husband specifically, not make you think you’re doing something wrong. That is between you, your husband, God – not me.
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