In true homsechooler fashion…
…all ages mingled together as our two families stood around the kitchen talking. Having two unmarried 19-year-old girls (one of whom was myself) in the room, the conversation predictably turned in the direction of romantic relationships. Mrs. R. shared her concern that her children wouldn’t be able to have relationships with the opposite sex without having romantic thoughts towards them, and posed the question, “how are they supposed to treat others as only brothers and sisters in Christ?”
Without thinking, I blurted out, “I don’t think that’s possible.”
One 4th of July…
..some great friends of ours invited us to join them at a party being hosted by a family Joshua and I didn’t know. Our friends, the H’s, assured us that the host family would be pleased to have us show up, even if not officially invited. With much tepidity we decided to go, but of course through a crazy set of events we ended up arriving before our friends did. Talk about awkward! You should have heard us trying to explain that. “Um… yeah… we uh… know the H family, and they… uh… invited us to come here but… well… they aren’t here yet.”
My husband, Joshua, and I met two hours before we said our marriage vows. We began our romantic relationship with a marriage covenant. It’s always fun to see the look of shock on people’s faces when they ask me, “So, how did you two meet?”, but what I enjoy much more than that is the sense of security I have in my marriage, security which began before I had spoken more than four words to my husband.
Let me back up and give you a little context.