Learning Center Assistant
After being at the Walter Hoving Home six months, guess who I found? . . . me!!! I had been gone a long time, hidden among schedules, the expectations, the building of so many things. On most days it was difficult to find myself. All I really knew about me was what was reflected back. I was a wife to five husbands, at different times, of course. I gave great dinner parties, decorated the house for wonderful family events, had dinner on the table every night at 6:00 p.m. I was the dutiful daughter and mother, food shopper, real estate broker, antique dealer, art world exhibitionist, and photographer. I could drive a car in three different directions at once to go to ball practice, music lessons, and church.
Those were good years; rewarding and full of great memories. However, as in Ecclesiastes 2:10, I denied myself nothing my eyes desired. I refused my heart no pleasure. My heart took delight in all my work, and this was the reward for all my labor. Yet when I surveyed all that my hands had done and what I had toiled to achieve, everything was meaningless, a chasing after the wind, nothing was gained under the sun. I celebrate the past for what it was, and I can celebrate the present for all its possibilities. Today I thank God for the Walter Hoving Home and for giving me pure intent, peace, gentleness, fullness of mercy and good fruit, without partiality and without hypocrisy, and a heart for God.