I Am Praying For My Husband's Choice

When I was 14 my father brought home a new younger wife. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever met, and so nice and kind. My mother fell for her too, she is just that type of person. In a very few months she was part of our family, it was hard to look at pictures of before she came home to us, pictures where she wasn't present. My mother told me she had an unfortunate childhood, her father had died when she was a child and they had been poor after that.

My mother encouraged her to become with child and soon our home was blessed not with one but two new babies. This made my father happy, for his choice in his new wife was rewarded. I enjoyed my new baby sisters, it was now my chance to help her care for them. My mother who had but one child was overjoyed and encouraged me to use this opportunity to learn the ways of motherhood, to help my new mother and love my new sisters.

When the day came that my mothers and grandmother sat with me to let me know that I would soon be a wife myself I felt strong for I knew I was well prepared to be a wife. Like my mother I married a police officer, his first wife, and I was soon blessed with my son. I so much wish to share my home with another wife that my husband finally agreed. My dream is for my husband to find a wife much like my second mother, who I love more than any one can imagine.

I pray and pray, I am now with my second child. The waiting for this birth is as heavy on me as waiting for my husband to find a wife to share the joy of our home and children. May God himself bless us, bless my husband, bless our home.