For a while or two now, I have been thinking about how our spouses change who we are . . . especially when we marry young. If I had married a man from the South, who wanted to raise chickens and goats, would I be the same person, or would I be a redneck wife, or a Southern Belle? If I had married a man who was studying to go into the ministry, would I stop listening to secular music, reading secular books, and sit around the hearth in the evenings discussing theology? I'll never know, and that's OK-because God has always known exactly who I'd be and what I'd be doing at any particular moment, and He chose me before I was born to be a child of His, and He has orchestrated every choice I've made and every word I've said. He even chose the time and the place I would live. (Ps. 139, Eph.2:1,2, Acts 17:26.)