"Elle est
têtue!"was spoken while pointing at me.
she gave an 'I don't speak the language' smile.
"Your daughter is têtue."
She nodded in agreement.
Because that's what you do when you do not understand something right?
She went home, and pulled out her French/English dictionnary.
Hardheaded.
The next day she pulled the teacher asside.
"Yes. My daughter is very têtue. I am so sorry."
"Do not be sorry. This is a good thing. She will say no to drugs and drinking. She will have a mind of her own." She uttered in broken English.
We had just moved to Belgium.
It was my first day of kindergarden.
The fact that I am hardheaded had been established from day one.
To this day, anytime I do something my own way, my family will simply say "têtue".
I love to plan.
Being in a family of six, this is hard to do.
Everything is chaotic and last minute.
However, I love to know exactly what I am going to do.
When I am going to do it.
How long it will take.
Give me a time and I will be there early.
Do not set something in stone, and one would think I have no concept of time whatsoever and was rude.
But I only plan weekly, or monthly.
Not long term.
Going into my last semester of College, I have been thinking about the future.
I have been planning.
I don't have all the details.
But I have the outline.
I have had the outline since I was little.
When I was a little girl, I was always asked the famous question "What do you want to be when you grow up?"
To which I replied: "An orphanage keeper."
I had seen the movie Annie one too many times, and was determined to be a better Miss Hannigan.
Foster mom.
I do not know when but I know with certainty that I will be a foster mom at some point in my life.
The foster care system is so corrupt, and it makes me angry to even think about any more hardships happening to children that have already gone through so much pain.
Missionary.
I do not see myself living in America.
That sounds harsh, but it is realistic as well.
God has placed this desire on my heart since I have been at College.
He has also been shaping me for this since I moved to Belgium.
Seminary.
More school is what is required to be a fulltime Missionary.
I am up for it.
So there is my outline.
I do not plan to settle for less.
I will be extremely têtue when it comes to this.
I do not think God would knit these desires on my heart, if they were not meant to be fulfilled to the fullest.
If a guy comes along that can fit into God's plan for my life, then I welcome him.
But if not, I will satisfy myself in the Lord, knowing that His ways are best.
I guess my kindergarden teacher was right.
she gave an 'I don't speak the language' smile.
"Your daughter is têtue."
She nodded in agreement.
Because that's what you do when you do not understand something right?
She went home, and pulled out her French/English dictionnary.
Hardheaded.
The next day she pulled the teacher asside.
"Yes. My daughter is very têtue. I am so sorry."
"Do not be sorry. This is a good thing. She will say no to drugs and drinking. She will have a mind of her own." She uttered in broken English.
We had just moved to Belgium.
It was my first day of kindergarden.
The fact that I am hardheaded had been established from day one.
To this day, anytime I do something my own way, my family will simply say "têtue".
I love to plan.
Being in a family of six, this is hard to do.
Everything is chaotic and last minute.
However, I love to know exactly what I am going to do.
When I am going to do it.
How long it will take.
Give me a time and I will be there early.
Do not set something in stone, and one would think I have no concept of time whatsoever and was rude.
But I only plan weekly, or monthly.
Not long term.
Going into my last semester of College, I have been thinking about the future.
I have been planning.
I don't have all the details.
But I have the outline.
I have had the outline since I was little.
When I was a little girl, I was always asked the famous question "What do you want to be when you grow up?"
To which I replied: "An orphanage keeper."
I had seen the movie Annie one too many times, and was determined to be a better Miss Hannigan.
Foster mom.
I do not know when but I know with certainty that I will be a foster mom at some point in my life.
The foster care system is so corrupt, and it makes me angry to even think about any more hardships happening to children that have already gone through so much pain.
Missionary.
I do not see myself living in America.
That sounds harsh, but it is realistic as well.
God has placed this desire on my heart since I have been at College.
He has also been shaping me for this since I moved to Belgium.
Seminary.
More school is what is required to be a fulltime Missionary.
I am up for it.
So there is my outline.
I do not plan to settle for less.
I will be extremely têtue when it comes to this.
I do not think God would knit these desires on my heart, if they were not meant to be fulfilled to the fullest.
If a guy comes along that can fit into God's plan for my life, then I welcome him.
But if not, I will satisfy myself in the Lord, knowing that His ways are best.
I guess my kindergarden teacher was right.
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