
"Husgum." For whatever reason, I could never remember the word "husband." So I tried new words that sounded similar to what I thought it was supposed to be. I remember mom trying to hide a laugh, while dad would ask me to repeat my newly invented words.
Ever since I can remember, I dreamed, plotted, imagined, and planned.
My wedding was planned.
A beautiful church, colorful flowers, a long train and a stunning veil.
My life was set.
Dad would clean the stables, Mom would cook and clean my house, my "Husgum" would go to work, and I would ride horses all day.
That is, until reality set in. Dad was injured and could no longer clean my stables. Mom doesn't even like to cook. I would rather play with babies than horses. (Still holding out on the husgum going to work!!)
So my life isn't going as the 4-year-old Rachel envisioned. But that's ok. I know I'm where I'm supposed to be. I trust that I'll still be where God wants me to be in a year from now, in 5 years from now, in 20 years from now. I can't imgaine life any other way.



