I want to share tonight my story, the circumstances that lead me to surrender my life to God.
I believe I am specially created by my loving and kind heavenly Father. He knows me inside and out. That causes me to tremble.
Psalm 139 tells me He knows me.
He knows my down-sitting and my uprising and thinks about me all the time.
He knows my path and my lying down and all my ways.
There isn’t a word in my mouth but that He knows it.
He is behind and before me.
Sometimes this is too wonderful for me to imagine. I cannot hide from Him.
He leads and holds me with His right hand.
I cannot hide in the light or darkness. It is the same to Him.
He knows my inward parts even from when I was in my mother’s womb. I was not hidden from Him. He saw me unformed and I was written in His book of life already.
He will search me and show me my wickedness and lead me in the way I should go.
And Psalm 27:4 is the Scripture I want to be remembered for it says, “One thing have I desired of the Lord, that will I seek after: that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the Lord and to inquire in His temple.” I want others to know that about me.
The thing that drives us is what we become. It is what is on the inside. What is on the inside of us represents our choices – which develops or becomes our character.
I ask myself often what am I known for? What do my friends know of me that represents my values and beliefs?We shape our own character. It is a common mistake to think of character as something that is fully formed and fixed very early in life. It calls to mind old maxims like, “A leopard can’t change its spots” and “You can’t teach an old dog new tricks”. Remember what Popeye says, “I am what I am.” The hidden message is not to expect me to be more, better, or different. Character is what we do in the closets of our lives – when no one is watching.
We will be talking about character more tomorrow.
I was born in Fla, raised in GA and married in CA.
I helped raise my two younger sisters. From the time I was little. I loved being in charge of my sisters and our home.All I ever wanted growing up was a family. Not just a family, I wanted a large family. We raised four daughters. They are married and we have 10 grandchildren.
I loved being a mommy. Although I loved being a mommy there were times… of intimidation when I felt like no one understood.
One afternoon a man came home from work to find total mayhem in his house. His three children were outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front yard. The door of his wife’s car was open, as was the front door to the house and there was no sign of the dog.
Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall. In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing.
In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, the fridge door was open wide, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door. He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she may be ill, or that something serious had happened.
He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way out the bathroom door. As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and more toys strewn over the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls.
As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the bed in her pajamas, reading a novel. She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went.
He looked at her bewildered and asked, “WHAT HAPPENED HERE TODAY?”
She again smiled and answered, “You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me what in the world did I do today?”
“Yes”, was his incredulous reply.
She answered, “Well, today I didn’t do it.”
There were days as a young mom when I did feel un-valued.
I enjoy being a gramma.
One gramma was sitting in the photo shop playing with her little granddaughter while her daughter the mother was looking at the photo negatives choosing just the right one to purchase.
Across the way was a little girl sitting all alone just watching every move this grandma made. Finally the grandma walked over to the little girl and said; “Hi, what is your name?” To which the little girl didn’t reply. Grandma said it again; “Hi, what is your name?” The gramma thought well maybe she didn’t speak English so she walked back to her own granddaughter and began playing again. All of a sudden the little girl calls out…”Gramma calls me precious.” My grandchildren all know they are precious to me.
Today our family number 24. It just keeps growing. And keeps getting better.
As a young wife, I examined my life – I thought we had a happy family, I thought Bob was happy and contented. After all, I never said “no” to him or had a headache.
I kept his house perfect and his little girls perfect and his shirts wash, starched, ironed and color coded hanging in the closet ready to wear.
He used to teasingly say, “You never let me get to the bottom of the underwear in my drawer – you keep the laundry up so quick I wear the same “undies” over and over.” I thought that was good. We laughed.
I prepared perfect dinners – well balanced and the evening was ready and planned when he returned home each day.
Then my world fell apart. I found out he wasn’t happy and didn’t appreciate my wonderful perfectionist ways and he didn’t want to live that that anymore.
He gave me an ultimatum to either shape up or ship out. I embarked on the long arduous journey of learning to be a wife.
I wanted to be a good wife. I wanted my marriage to work. I was willing to do whatever it took. If someone made a suggestion – I tried it. I read what anyone suggested. Finally I read God’s book and began to apply His word to my wife-ing.
Bob and I married right out of high school – it was like jumping out of the frying pan into the fire as we used to say. Neither of us knew how to be married or live in relationship. We both came from abusive and unstable families.
We were committed to our marriage and chose to make it work. I love him more today than I ever dreamed as a young bride.
If you have accessed my web page you know my passion. I am committed to encouraging brides young and old, to be a complement to their husbands by “fitting into their own husbands ways.” I am blessed with the love for learning and very grateful my sweetheart was willing to pay for my education. I didn’t work out of the home until our daughters were all married and living in their own homes.
Since my sweetheart is at The Master’s University, we decided that I could work there and be near him where we know the same people and go to the same events. So it is like working together.
Thank you for reading. I would be blessed if you want to send my your story of how you became a Christian. Glenda Hotton