• Bonnie Friedrich


One of the most painful memories I have, is in recalling the mental and emotional “scars” I endured while taking the required junior high Home Economics class. I can only attribute my difficulties to an obvious personality clash with the instructor—she just did not like me, and proceeded to make my life miserable. Not sure why, other than I was fairly “clueless” to the mechanics of sewing and basic cooking skills when I entered her class. My mom had extended to me the freedom of being a child; riding my bicycle all day till dinner time. playing softball, building “clubhouses” out of cardboard boxes with my BFF, delighting in a Slip n’ Slide, and the list goes on. She knew the time would come soon enough when the responsibilities of home management would be on MY shoulders, and did not force me to peel potatoes, or hem my clothes. teacher found fault with my every attempt, whether it was putting in a zipper on the required skirt project, or a simple batch of cookies we baked in class. Not once was I encouraged or praised—I can still remember the tears that were shed because I couldn’t figure out why she was so critical of my efforts, no matter how well intended they were. MANY years have passed since that class, and I’m thankful to say her harsh unwarranted criticism of me has NOT stopped me from preparing food that my husband loves, and creating a home that is cozy and comfortable. I’m thankful that God has LOVED me, VALIDATED me, and has GIVEN me a purpose for my life;,I know who I am in Him, and THAT’S what matters.

Jeremiah 29:11 NLT

“For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.”

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