I love working in the kitchen.  The  joy of cooking, the delicious aromas, and the fun of working alongside  Mama and my sisters.  Some of my fondest memories will be the laughter  and jokes shared during good times in the kitchen.  Then there is also  the fact of the whole family gathering together around the dinner table  after our thirty to forty minutes of sweat-work over the stove.  The  happy times families can have together!  A family either pulls together  through the good and bad times, or it will fall apart.  We see it  across America today.  But that is another topic entirely...
How easy it is to remain content  as a daughter in the home while the way is easy!  But then how hard it  is to remain content in the home when the way becomes difficult!  Most  people want to give in when things begin to look bleak and dreary.  Just  like defeatism,  this is a tragedy.  Defeatism can make young women look longingly at  the world's independence.  "If only..."  runs through our minds.   But no, we shouldn't be thinking in "if only."  It will just get us  into trouble.
Striving with contentment while  the heart longs for "independence" (so-called) is practically  impossible.  We can never be content until we root out of our hearts the  longing and rebellion that remains.  Once it is removed, then we can  begin practicing our contentment and patience.
Here I am, fifteen years old  (although so close to sixteen I can begin to say "almost"), and  I'm talking about remaining content while still at home?  You've got to  be kidding!  Most stay-at-home daughters who might be getting impatient  are in their twenties...so why me?
Let me share a secret with you  about a young woman's heart: she longs desperately for the day when she  will have that love and a home of her own.  A young woman dreams  of the day that she will fall in love with the man who will remain hers  forever.  However, is our desperate longing so desperate that  discontentment will overtake our hearts?  Are we so desperate that all  we ever think about is "love"?  Are we so desperate that we are  constantly looking for "love" in all the wrong places, and at the wrong  times?  Are we so desperate that any interest a young man displays (even  the friendship type) sets our hearts to fluttering with giddiness and  romance?  Are we also so desperate that we eat up romance novel after  romance novel?  I'd say we're pretty desperate.
Romance novels.  A  treacherous enemy.  In today's distorted world, we also have a  distorted view about true  love.  Fairytale romances certainly don't help.  Young girls  nowadays are lost in an imaginary world of young men and women falling  head-over-heels in love, and living happily ever after with the perfect  marriage after a beautiful whirlwind courtship.  That isn't  reality.
I admit: I've read plenty of  romance novels in my day.  In fact, I have a bag of them in my closet.   I'll confess to an eager hunger to get my hands on those books, but what  does it profit me?  A distorted view of love?  I don't need any  more of that.  All that arises is discontentment with my position in  life.  Even Christian romance is pretty twisted. (Can't we trust  anything anymore?)  Most romance novels just feed our discontentment.
I thought I'd make a small point  here: Jane Austin is one of my favorite authors.  Yes, I love her work,  and yes, her books are Victorian novels of love, romance, strength,  honor, integrity, and showing how to overcome difficulties in the world.  (my version of an example, not that of another.)  Am I going to throw  the book out the window? No, but I'm not going to read them  everyday...nor ever week...nor every month...
There is nothing wrong with reading a good  fiction book once in a while, but not going overboard.  I don't  want to become "hooked" again. (So no, I'm not giving up Mr. Darcy for  good.)
I'm apt to make a fool of myself  more times than not.  Talking over internet, or worse, talking  in person, I always seem awkward and dumbly ignorant and unintelligent.   I've often sat staring around the room just because I can't think of  anything to say.  (Like I've said before, my mind flows more  clearly on paper than with my mouth.)   Or, I decide to take a stab in  the dark, but blurt out something utterly incomprehensible.  Talk about  remaining cosmopolitan.   My mind becomes immobile, or so it seems.   Most people don't know that 99.9 % of the things I'd really like to say  are jumbled up inside of me.  Is it embarrassment?  Shyness?  Pride?   Fright?  Afraid of ridicule?  Perhaps all five?  Maybe.  But what does  this have to do with remaining content in the home?
Just as I remain unsatisfied  with my lack of conversing skills, so it is with discontentment, in  anything.  The more I remain afraid, the more I sink into my little  turtle shell, daring not ever! to come out into the sunlight.  My  incompetency becomes deeper and deeper, and I grow weaker and weaker.   My discontentment grows, and I'll never rise to the occasion to deal  with the situation.
Our problems have the same  solution: shake off the shackles of discontentment and begin to live  vivaciously with joy in our hearts.  Being shackled to the ground only  hinders us from flying.
The next time discontentment  rises in your heart, take special effort to remain loyal and kind.  Our  families need us.  Do we really want to desert them to sow a few "wild  oats"?  Those "wild oats" of independence only result in ruin.  Look at  young women today.  Going off to college for four years after completing  government school institutions.  Many lose more than just freedom.   Many give of themselves freely.  Many lose their virginity and purity.   Many go into careers that take over their whole lives, never enjoying  the blessings of Daughterhood or Motherhood.  Do we want to give up our  freedom for those shackles?  For we daughter are the ones with true  freedom.  True freedom is taking responsibility and acting mature. True  freedom is obeying what God has commanded.  What the world has may look  like fun, but it is only "enjoyable" for a season. (Hebrews 11:25)   Whatsoever we sow, that shall we also reap. (Galatians 6:7)
Our twisted view of love will  only set us off looking for that "perfect man" who will one day fulfill  our every desire.  Isn't that ironic?  We know down deep there  isn't any such man, yet we're willing to search high and low for him  endlessly.  We also know that we ourselves are far from perfect; how  then can we think that a "perfect man" would marry an imperfect woman?   Utterly illogical.
I say we totally remove  so-called "love" out of our minds.  After all, true  love will one day be brought to us, if it is God's will, and  in His timing.  Why do we want to be bogged down in the despair  of discontentment and unsatisfaction?  We women are at our best when  happy and ready to serve, not waiting for Prince  Charming to ride along.  So put a smile on your face.  Grin at your  reflection in the mirror if need be to boost your morale.  Give your  sisters a kiss and your brothers a hug.  Share some laughter in the  kitchen with your mother.  Show your support to your father by  meaningful gestures.  Show your love.  Show your care.  Show your  willingness to be a servant. (Mark 10:31,44; Luke 22:24-27)
Much better results will result  from a proper attitude. And you know what?  God will one day reward our  patience and fortitude.  Whether it is His will for you and I to marry  or not, our perseverance will bear forth fruit. (Galatians 6:9) 
Live every day as  it were your last, for all too soon this life will be past. Kiss all  your loved ones with tenderness and care, and show the whole world  Christ's love which we should share. Make the most of your time with  well-worth fruit, only what's done for Christ will one day take root.
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Rachel is the oldest daughter of James and Sonya Brown, and sister to 7. She likes to sew, knit, read, cook, play violin, blog... just to name a few. You can read more about her on her blog, Covenant Maiden.






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