1. Engagement. I could itemize this one out with the how and the where and when and what kind of ring, but for this one, let’s leave it at I learned I’m going to marry him — officially, with jewelry to prove it — and I am so thankful.
2. It’s fun to finally have the conversations we’d been tiptoeing around before he proposed: where to live and how to live and why.
3. There are So. Many. Decisions. involved in being engaged. I would have realized before if I’d thought about it, but I didn’t think about it. I’m not an extremely decisive girl: yikes.
4. The English debutante system was ended by the queen in 1958, after much social pressure and criticism. I had assumed that proper British ladies of a certain class and age still dressed in white and went to curtsey to their monarchs as a right of passage. I was wrong. (Probably that assumption was encouraged by my knowledge that the aristocracy of the southern United States still make a to-do over debutantes.)
5. Elisabeth Elliot died. I remember her with thankfulness and admiration for her practical wisdom in godliness, and the way she lived it out. At this moment her most memorable bit of advice is one I had pinned to my desk bulletin board through college and grad school: “Do the next thing.” A relevant piece of wisdom for overwhelmed bride-hood, and an apt illustration of a woman who did not advocate hand-wringing.
6. As of this month — July — it’s illegal to text and drive in the state of Mississippi, punishable until July of next year with a $25 fine, to be increased to $100 in July of next year.
7. Speaking the truth in love is complicated, and it’s so appealing to just give in to the waves and the winds . . . I praise the Lord for grace which reminds that we are not already perfect, but that we press on in the certain hope of the upward call of Christ.
8. House-hunting is exciting, and I am easily discouraged, but also easily encouraged. 9. It’s confusing to use translation apps to write “Happy Birthday” in Korean when I don’t know anything about Korean. There were too many options, so I just went with birthday — I think.
©2015 by Stacy Nott