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Written by Jamie Martin of Simple Homeschool and Steady Mom
It was 1998. Steve and I had been married only a few months, and we’d moved to England right after our honeymoon.
His aunt and uncle (who I had only met a few times) had arrived for a visit. They sat in our tiny apartment’s living room–on the borrowed, floral-patterned sofa that forced you to plant your feet on the floor to prevent sliding off.
I stood around the corner in our closet-sized kitchen, charged with a simple task as a newly married wife: make the tea.
Make the tea?! We’re talking about England here! They’ve kind of built an entire culture around the beverage, and here I was an American girl from the south who had only drunk the stuff poured over ice and drenched in sweetener!
God must have been surprised at the torrent of sudden prayers that arose over Bournemouth that day. His grace was sufficient for me, though, as either I made the tea okay…or everyone was just too polite to say anything.
Either way, I survived.
The details vary, but we all have a story like that. A tale of feeling out of our element in homemaking, marriage, parenting, or homeschooling–a moment when we realize just how much we still have to learn.