Occupation: Homemaker

I love reading the lineage of Jesus.

It’s filled with all kinds of interesting twists.

Did you know that both Joseph and Mary are direct descendant’s of King David?

King David is a descendant of Rahab the harlot.

Jesus is a descendant of Solomon, King David and Bathsheba’s son. Bathsheba, the mistress, the one whose husband King David had killed, then married her.

Jesus’s lineage is an extraordinary testimony of Romans 8:28 “and we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them” (NLT).

I could go on and on, I just love it.

I have a “Life Application Study Bible-New Living Translation” that I read and study with. It has great little tidbits at the bottom of each page explaining different verses. It also has biographies of many of the people in the Bible. The biographies are short and to the point and are very interesting.

While reading the lineage, again today, I stumbled upon Mary, the mother of Jesus, biography. Like the rest of the biographies, it gives a short blip of her life, lists her strengths and accomplishments (some even lists weaknesses—but not this one). It also lists lessons from her life and gives her vital statistics: where she’s from, relatives, etc. This is where it got exciting for me: Vital statistics!

Mary, the mother of Jesus: Occupation: Homemaker.

Of course, most women back then were—but not now. The military lifestyle offers a huge melting pot of all sorts of people: enlisted, officer, educated, not educated, young, old. It was within this group, that I began to develop a complex, a “not good enough” complex. Why, you ask? Well, I’ll tell you. When there is a gathering of wives, you go around and introduce yourself. Your introduction begins with not who you are—but who your husband is, his rank, and his job THEN you list who you are—your occupation, education, where you’re from, etc. And then based on these things—determines who talks to whom and who can be friends with whom and who can come to which function. Now, this may be denied or downplayed by many, but it’s the truth.

Well, my husband and I married very young, so guess what? Neither of us were educated at the time—and to make sure we met all the stigma’s that went along with marrying young, we also had a child within the first year of marriage. So, when I would attend these “meet and greet” functions (that are required to be attended), my introduction would go like this: “Hi, I’m Lila. My husband is Staff Sergeant Awesome, he works at an awesome place as an awesome person. We have an awesome son and I stay home with him”.  Blank stares would meet my eyes followed by a “moving on to the next person”, followed by no one talking to me—even though I wore my best clothes, hair and make-up, and smiled my best smile. You see, my husband is enlisted–not good enough, by some standards. Enlisted means “uneducated” (even though by worldly standards, my husband is now—and so am I), but it’s all in perception–or misconceived notions, or outdated regulations. It’s like the 1950’s, except the racial divide is the rank structure divide. I get it though. I understand there’s reasonings behind it. But, it leaves people thinking they aren’t good enough. It causes issues. It causes bitterness and attitude problems. It causes people to not want to be involved with military functions.

Anyway, this “not good enough” seed began to grow in me and it spread. Intimidation crept in with it. Anger came too. My “salt and light” diminished at these functions and I was very bitter about even having to attend. How dare someone look down on me or my husband for our choices! They don’t have a clue about our lineage! They don’t know that my husband was raised by a single mother who worked two jobs to support her two children after her husband abandoned them–while going to school. They don’t know that my husband received a hardship driving license when he was 14, so that he too could work, while going to school and playing football. They don’t know that he worked nightshift and every weekend to help his mother and younger brother out—until he left for the military and he still sent money home. They don’t know that when he was 12 years old, he mowed grass all Summer long, just to buy him and his brother shoes for the next school year. They don’t know him. They don’t know me, either. My first job was at 14—waiting tables. We both came from VERY poor families. They don’t know that at any given time, neither of us knew if there would be electricity or running water when we got home from school. They (as a majority) do not know what it’s like to NOT be born to privilege. These are the things that made us who we are: our lineage. The same lineage that if they did know about—would probably make them look down on us even more. BUT, it’s okay…..

God knows us. He knows where we come from. It’s His design.

So, why did I get excited over Mary’s occupation? Because I know I’m not the only one that struggles with the “not good enough” lie from the enemy. I know that there are others from EVERY walk of life that have unrealistic expectations put on them by the world, that struggle just like I do. Because I know that Mary is further proof of God being able to use a person right where they are–you just have to be a willing vessel. Because I know that the will of God is more important than the will of man. Because I know that the world doesn’t have to know my lineage, He made me. Because I know the most important relationship I will ever have, doesn’t involve anyone in this world. Because I know who I am.

I’m Lila, a child of God. Occupation: Homemaker.

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