Little Moments-Big Dreams

Things happen for a reason. And God uses all kinds of people and situations to speak truth into our lives. One Saturday morning, a few months into our marriage, my husband walked into the utility room and discovered that there was a pool of water on the floor. Turns out our hot water heater was leaking. My husband called the landlord who called the plumber and eventually we knew that we would be without hot water for the weekend. Trying to be the cheerful one, I suggested that there must be a purpose for this little trial. Deep down, I had no idea if that was for real. Did God really care that a newly married couple would have to rough it without showers for a couple days? What was the point? The weekend came and went. We survived and even were able to get cleaned up at my parent’s house on Sunday. Monday evening, I arrived home from work. The plumber’s pickup truck was in the driveway. I walked inside the house about the same time as he was leaving to go to the hard...

I always knew I wanted to get married in my early twenties and have four or five kids.   When I was probably 15 or 16, I dedicated my single years to serve God without distraction until I was 23. I don’t know why I chose 23. I guess it sounded so noble to wait two whole years past 21 to marry prince charming! The year I turned 23, I was in Bible College. When I turned 24, I had recently graduated and I started to get concerned. There was no man on the horizon and I was back at home with no idea what to do next. Then I turned 25.   Still no man. Another year came and went and I was 26. Same story. Then I turned 27. Same story, more concern. Another year, another birthday, and I turned 28. Same story and I was beginning to really worry. In those years of singleness, I had many frustrating thoughts: was it my fault that no one had come along? What was wrong with me? Was I too shy/too bossy? Was I too heavy? Was my personality too bland? I questioned myself, ...