Growing up, our county extension agent would often call me the “Golden Child.” It both annoyed me and gave me pleasure. True, I’ve rarely enjoyed breaking the rules, but I was as far from perfect then as I am now. Now, my “imperfections” just take a slightly different form. My house is often messy. My husband gets frustrated with my system, or lack thereof, to organize mail. My dinners aren’t organic, and my kids eat sugar. My daughter, the one who actually has hair, rarely has a bow in her hair, and the crawler typically has food on her clothes. Oh, and did I forget again to put a new cover on the changing pad after that last diaper explosion?
Still, I would consider my life pretty perfect. I am married to a wonderfully loving husband who takes his role as the spiritual head of our household seriously. I have two beautiful daughters who I can’t kiss enough. My friends encourage me in my faith, laugh with me when I’m laughing, and comfort me in trials. And, I really can’t say enough about my parents, siblings, grandparents, and in-laws. Yes, I even have good in-laws.
Best of all, I can’t remember a time I didn’t know Christ. I am so blessed that the Lord chose to save me at an early age. My faith journey with Him so far has been filled with so many times of joy. He is faithful. He is merciful. He is my Savior, and I will one day stand truly perfected in front of Him.