I planned on being the crazy old lady who lived in a log cabin in Colorado, the famous author whose house was filled with cats, musty books, and plenty of classical music — maybe some Jazz & Blues thrown in to spice things up. It sounded like a plan! God shook His head and rolled His eyes.
Hormones hit. Nobody mentioned hormones. Nobody prepared me for what they’d do to my plan. I ended up married, living in a house with no running water, and wondering why birth control pills kept making me vomit. Every day — for an entire year. That was especially not fun when there’s no indoor toilet. I went to the doctor. He said I was 3 months pregnant. I thought they were birth CONTROL pills. The doctor said they don’t work for everyone.
Less than 2 years later, I was divorced, living in an apartment with my NumberOneSon, some parakeets, a couple of puppies, a lot of books, and music ranging from Classical to kids’. Close enough. I smiled. I liked having my little buddy. We called ourselves the Two Musketeers.
A couple of more years passed and I met a man who greatly annoyed me. I had no choice but to marry him. He needed to suffer. I had to move the pets outside, due to his allergies. I kept NumberOneSon inside….but we would occasionally sneak in some wildlife. (baby skunks, a coyote pup, a catfish, etc.)
Knowing how untrustworthy birth control pills are, we began using other methods of keeping life simple. For every ‘method’, I had a child. The last — most effective form of birth control — resulted in twins. God laughed.
I’m learning that when God wants something, He will get it. He is not a slave to statistics. He is not hindered by science. He is also fully aware that when He gets what HE wants, I’ll be deliriously happy, too.
Who’da thunk it?