In Bible College there were a few required courses I couldn’t get out of if I wanted to graduate. One of those was Marriage and Family.
It’s not like I didn’t want to take a course on marriage, or on family for that matter. I just didn’t want to be forced to take a class I didn’t think was useful towards a Biblical Studies Degree.
Regardless of my personal grievances, I enrolled in Marriage and Family and spent three months writing letters to my future husband and learning how to do things like a budget and grocery lists. Now, I see the relevance of learning these skills. Except for the letters. A few weeks ago I stumbled upon my old letters and was shocked by how shallow I was:
Dear Future Husband,
It’s weird writing you this letter now, not knowing who you are or if I’ve even met you, but I bet it will be even weirder giving it to you once we’re married. Isn’t it creepy to know I was thinking about you before we got together? I think so.
Anyway, I hope you have blue eyes and curly brown hair and like snowboarding.
Yours truly,
Robyn
That letter was written eight years ago. Now, after figuring out who I am and what I hope for in a partner, a letter to my future husband wouldn’t look anything like this one.
This month’s LifeTrac article deals with a similar transition. The perfect plans Tanya Kieneker had for her life after university didn’t exactly play out like she hoped. She talks of her life’s radical shift in focus: from her imperfect plans to God’s perfect ones.
By Robyn Roste
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