“I took my troubles to the Lord; I cried out to him and he answered my prayer.” – Psalms 120:1
My life changed two years ago. Thanks to God, through Instagram, I was led to meet my husband, Phil. I didn’t know men like him existed. A man so good-looking, hard-working, capable, loving and attentive. I could go on and on. With the right man, and with life experience under my belt, I strive to be a good wife to this deserving husband of mine.
I was no spring chicken when I met Phil. I lived a good nine hour drive from him. I had been married before. I had children. I had a mortgage on a 3000 sqft house , a leased car and a stressful full-time job working nights. I ate take-out most meals, if I ate at all. I had the life so many others also had… they seemed fine. Me, I was crumbling inside. I prayed and prayed for a change. I craved simplicity. I wanted to know real love. For years, in the solitude of my massive walk-in closet, I prayed for God to change my life.
I live now in a modest home in a “holler” in the country. I am essentially a housewife. I get enough rest. I have nature all around me. I cook from scratch. Let me throw it out there that I am pro- woman, to some maybe a sort of feminist. I believe in choice. I believe in love. I choose to be a housewife. I choose to let my husband be the head of the household. I now have a peaceful life, one that suits me perfectly.
My experiences have allowed me to appreciate what I now have. The right life for me is a quiet one, here in West Virginia, where I can see the stars. A place where there might just be more cows than people. I owe it all to prayer.
“When we crave simplicity, we are not after an easier life, we are after life.” -Dave Bruno