"Practically in shackles..."

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(Tim) In response to the post, "The Pleasures of Patriarchy, part 1," over on ClearNote Women's Blog, my daughter Hannah Weeks wrote something that strengthened my faith. I hope it will yours, too.

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Why aren’t you taking advantage of your blessed condition of

having been born in an age in which you have the freedom to get an

education, make something of yourself, make a difference in the world,

and enjoy the opportunities that are available to you today but were

unavailable to your grandmother in her day?

I was just standing at my stove this evening, working on dinner, and

thanking God that I'm not where I was a little over a year ago...


semester last year is one of the hardest times I've gone through in my

life. I was in my first trimester of my first pregnancy (with all that entails), in school at Indiana University, and still trying to get a handle on what

exactly I needed to be doing as wife to my husband (we had been married

for four months). I've never felt so overwhelmed in my entire life--not

even when I was faced with a science fair project in high school! ; )

Standing in my kitchen today, I felt God's peace upon me and an

overwhelming gratitude for where He has brought me. By any feminist's

measure, I should be exponentially more overwhelmed and tired and

discontent now than I was when I was in school and didn't have any

children. After all, now I'm in my first trimester preparing for my

second child (my first is 8 months old), I'm home ALL the time, and I

have not even the modern luxury of a dishwasher to keep at bay the

mind-numbing tasks of the home! They would say I'm practically in

shackles here.

But, with all sincerity, joyful laughter literally bubbles up inside

me when I read those last two sentences. That's because I see something

very different! I read: preparing for my second child - oh the wonder!

Precious little one, I can't wait to feel your first flutter within me!

Home ALL the time - oh joy! There truly is no place like it! And no

dishwasher? Well, I won't go so far as to say that I never want one

again... BUT as a wise woman once said, "When is one's mind so

gloriously free to wander, to explore, to ponder God's goodness?" In

shackles? No, quite the contrary: I've never been so free in my life,

and Definitely Not when I was in school, GASP, not even in the diversity

of IU's campus!

So what AM I free to do, they wonder? Free to wash: floors, dishes,

laundry, bathrooms (yup, even the toilet), and best of all, baby bums

and grubby little hands, dirtied by tireless crawling. Free to bask in

the warmth: of our home, lit up with joyful laughter brought on by the

antics of a crawling baby; of my husband who I love with all my heart

and whom I desire to help as God intended; of babies, both the growing

little one in my womb (little Roo), and the growing bigger one (my

koala), head nestled against me as we prepare for a nap. Free to rest:

in the peace of knowing that God is GOOD.

All this washed over me as I stood in my kitchen and it brought tears

to my eyes. Is my attitude, my frame of mind always like this? Not

remotely. But isn't that the joy of it? Seeing God's hand at work?

Growth (and pruning) is painful, yes. My time at IU, my first trimester,

giving birth, the work of the home, the work of marriage. But then,

there's a lull, and sometimes, in that lull, God gives us a glimpse of

the bigger picture. And that's what I saw today: a peep at what He is

working, in our home and in my soul. Praise Him from whom all blessings


And now, speaking of dishes, I need to get to it!