Wanted: Eligible Young Ladies Only2:00 AM
She was articulate, Biblically versed, a cultural warrioress, womanly woman and culinary artist to boot. She dressed beautifully and modestly. She could debunk any atheist who trotted along as well as wring a chicken’s neck. She loved books and children alike. She submitted to her father, exuded a gentle and quiet spirit, and ended up married to a godly young man who had waited a long time to meet this godly young woman.
I shut down the internet and put my head in my hands. Perhaps it was the time I set the stovetop on fire after spaghetti night, the lopsided dishrags or the chronically messy desk. Maybe it was the way I stumbled all over my words, laughed boisterously and jumped around to my sisters’ utter embarrassment. Surely it had to do with the fact that I could win the Forgetful Laundress Award. I don’t know. But I knew for a very long time that I would never graduate homemaker-in-training satisfactorily—with the MRS degree. I would be the failure woman who, if she ever did get married despite her college degree and dislike of knitting, would send out for pizza when the babies screamed, might possibly waste too much time on Facebook and would be too bored to read her Bible one morning.
I just wasn’t godly enough.