I married a country boy.
He likes wide-open spaces, John Deere tractors, loud pick-up trucks, hunting, working with his hands, waving at people as they drive by, and breathing in fresh hair.
So being an engineer doesn't always seem to tickle his fancy. It's a very corporate oriented job. There are no wide-open spaces and tractors involved. It's about numbers, efficiency, and problem solving. I'm pretty sure he knew this when he majored in mechanical engineering - but the smart, technical, and driven side of him convinced the country boy side of him to do it anyway. And he likes it okay. It helps that he is competitive and good at it. But he can't help but admit that he longs for the dirt roads and flannel shirts of country living.
And who did HE marry? Ahem.... While it's true that my sweet country boy married a Texan - it is also true that he did not exactly marry "country". Yes, I like country music. Yes, I like loud pick up trucks, eating steak, and waving at people as they drive by, but y'all let's face it - I'm not exactly a back-woods kind of girl. I like taking bubble baths. I like fashion. I even like hip-hop. I don't know if I would go to the extreme of calling myself a city girl - but I'm just not real red-neck.
You could sum it up this way: Growing up, while my husband was busy raising pigs, I was busy raising the roof in dance class.
Yep. That says it just right.
Here lately, with the economy weak and wobbly, we have been thinking a lot about what we would do if something happened to my hubby's job and/or what we would like to be doing for the rest of our lives....... And where.
Do you see the potential problem here? You guessed it. The hubs would be happy living in a tiny cabin in the middle of no where far, far away from the big city - farming, waving, and wearing flannels. I would be happy living in a neighborhood, in the middle of a suburb, very close to shopping, and good radio stations - running, having play-dates, and wearing something leopard print.
Hmmmmm.
So as we discussed all this over the weekend - it was apparent that we might have to make a few compromises, to say the least. And it also became apparent that we needed to seek God's will for our lives in it, too.
As I listened to my husband talk about his desires and dreams and as I listened to him pray over our lives and destinations....I realized a little something.
I realized that I would follow that man anywhere. I love him that much. I might be carrying a boom-box and an animal print purse - but I'd be there. And God? Yeah, I'd like to think that I would follow Him anywhere, too.
So sometime in my future - you might see me "with a basket full of chicken and a big old jug of sweet tea" thinking that my man's "tractor is sexy." And girls, as long as my husband is on it - I will.
Babe, I love you and I'm so blessed that I married a man who is strong enough to seek the Lord in every area of his life. Thank you for always wanting to do the right thing. Thank you for working so hard. Thank you for always being so honest and open about who you are. Thank you for being such a great God-fearing leader. And thank you for choosing me - despite the evidence. I really would follow you anywhere - and I'm blessed to do it. I will probably always like leopard print and hip hop music, but I'll always love you. Seeking His will right along with you, Kate :)
