Divine Design

My friend Julie S. invited me to a Bible Study at a church near her neighborhood. I would have said yes no matter what the subject as I haven't been able to find one at my church that works with Georgia's naptime. But I was super excited when she told me that the first half of each class is devoted to learning some sort of home skill like cooking or budgeting.

From the Bible Study's blog (emphasis is mine):
For about 10 years (ever since I realized that I am an "older" woman), I have been dreaming about teaching a group of young women about being wives, mothers, and homemakers.  Older women are commanded to do this in Titus and I have been doing this with my daughter for many years.  I just knew that there must be other young women out there like me who love all things domestic and would want to learn how to make homemaking fun and not just drudgery.

This class is a mentoring program for young women, led by myself and another "older" woman.  We meet every week and for the first part of the class we learn something practical - cooking, crafts, gardening, homekeeping basics, etc.  The second part of the class we have a discussion on a biblically-based topic.  We have no homework because these women have very little time at this season of their lives to devote to homework.  All the crafts or projects we do in class are finished there - nothing to finish at home!

Our desire is that they will embrace their God-given roles as wives, mothers, and homemakers and that they will learn to make these roles more efficient and creative.  Both of us "older women" feel that we have much to offer these women because of our 50+ years of life experience, our many years of being wives, mothers, and homekeepers, and - most of all - what God has taught us through our mistakes!

I was excited to say the least, and I hoped that the women teaching the class were likable and not stuffy.  When I arrived to homemade cinnamon rolls and the teacher setting up to show us how to make a cobbler in a cast iron skillet who said something along the lines of "I put butter in everything", I felt right at home!

This week we learned how to best use and care for cast iron skillets. I have one of my grandmother's that was shoved to the back of the cupboard because I was sure I'd ruined it (lesson #1: no cast iron in the dishwasher). Fortunately, I brought home a hand out on how to remedy it, so I'll report back after I make blueberry cobbler in it!

The second half of the class pertained to finding joy and contentment in this season of our lives. After reading a line from Jennifer's blog that said something along the lines of "I'm your child, not your content" I've really been trying to limit my time online and focus on what's going on right in front of me: a baby girl who is about to turn one and a house that I need to focus a lot harder on to make it truly a home.

It all came full circle today when the discussion led to the teacher asking what we'd like to be remembered as. Do I want my tombstone to state that I was a great wife and mother who lived in the moment with my child, or that I stopped to photograph those great moments and had a great blog about them?

I'd never considered motherhood and being a wife as a way to serve others. I'm far from being as domestic as I'd like and I'm not a perfect mother, but when Georgia is grown I really want to know that I devoted every ounce I had to my family in this season of my life.

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