expectations, go to.....

If it wasn't obvious from the lack of a post in the past month, moments to sit, process and enjoy have been few and far between. It doesn't help that our house is currently lacking in the internet department.....we don't have it. My favorite past time of browsing, piddling and perusing has been greatly decreased, whether to my dismay or benefit is up for debate. It does cause a bit more productivity in my life I'd say.


The journey to becoming a "wife of noble character" has been not quite the adventure I expected (a word that is used here, but is quickly becoming a 4 letter word in our house). I spent the first few weeks of our marriage cleaning continually, washing every dish as it was used, making the bed every morning, and cooking dinner. Every night, every day, every spare moment. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't slaving away to a tyrannical husband who demanded the highest for me. I was TOTALLY digging having my OWN home to keep up with my OWN way. So, when in the past few weeks dishes have all but become mountainous, Justin runs out of clean clothes, and we have eaten out 6 of the past 7 dinners, I became a tad bit depressed : (    ((whimper whimper))

4 weeks, and few minor major meltdowns later, I am realizing a few things that I think every married woman should know. WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME THIS! Oh wait, they did, but my silly little (expectations) got the best of me. So, a few truths that I am repeating to myself, today, tomorrow, maybe forever.

1. My husband loves me, and it is not contingent on the present order/chaos of our house.
2. I am in college, I have tests, I cannot cook dinner every night. Oops.
3. I am a woman. That means I am feminine. I DO NOT have to prove this fact by being the ultimate housewife of the year.
4. Jesus is my hope---not a clean house, or a perfect marriage, or a made up face every day.
5. I have a full and happy life, so what if I miss a few classes or bomb a few tests. EEEEEK
6. God is for me. He is for my marriage.


So, I will choose to believe that every day. It took a little reminder, in the middle of a meltdown. Sitting in a coffee shop, a song came on screaming "EXPECTATIONS, GO TO HELL."


and I agree




love.
L