Messy and housewife should not go in the same sentence, unless the sentence is something along the lines of, “The housewife is wonderful about picking up any messy room she comes across.” Unfortunately that is not me. I am, a Messy Housewife. That is why when my life’s role shifted to housewife I was sure that God had picked the wrong girl. I had no intention until marrying Ian on being a stay at home mom and wife. I figured if and when I got married that I would be a career woman and if my husband really wanted our kids to stay out of daycare that we would either split the time or better yet he would stay home. Clearly, that is not what happened or what God wanted for us and so I have to get a shift of perspective.
Our last stop in India was in the state of Rajasthan, in the city of Jaipur, fondly referred to as the Pink City because of the pink tint on all of the buildings. We were given a fantastic opportunity to work with the local YWAM base while we were there. I could go on for hours about Jaipur and my time there. On outreach it was the hardest place for me to leave and is probably the place my heart longs the most to return to. Not many people are fond of dirty, smelly, loud, hot places but I was in love. Squatting over a hole to go to the bathroom and taking bucket showers did not bother me a bit.
To say that I miss my days of traveling would be like me saying, “Hi, my name is Lauren and I am a blonde.” The statement is almost laughable because it is so blatantly obvious and true. If you know me at all you know that I have a heart for the nations and I love more than anything to be out in the world exploring new cultures and loving on the people of those lands. When I came home just under 3-years ago I never thought I would be stationary for so long. I have not been on a plane since my flight home from Israel in August 2009 and the furthest I have gone from Texas is Kansas City. Since I can’t go anywhere right now and I don’t know when I will get to travel again I thought I would do a series on looking back at the places I have been. . . Continue reading