I had the opportunity recently to look back 30 years. A friend and I were talking about what I was like at that time and, to be honest, it was an eye opener. I had forgotten how I had been, but looking back brought back the memories of that time and what I was like. It was 1980, and I had just moved house. I was living an idyllic life on a small block of land – what we called in Australia, a “smallholding.” I had an incredible home – my “dream home” – that I had wanted all of my life. We had a goat, chickens, and fresh eggs daily. I baked every day and had an idyllic life as a “housewife superstar” as I called myself. I was blissfully happy.
I had not opened the door to the metaphysical then and, just before I had moved, I heard a voice outside of me say, “Do not take on anything other than the mortgage because there is going to be a recession.” Two days later my then-husband decided to lease a car. He did not ask my permission; he just went and did it, and through doing that he created the next chapter of my life. Shortly after we moved into the idyllic property with its idyllic life, there was a recession. Interest rates rose, properties dropped in price, and before long we found (because of the car payment each month) that we struggled to pay the mortgage, put food on the table, and pay our monthly bills. My idyllic life lasted for 2 years, and then my husband lost his work; he was self employed. We lost the house, had to move away and, from a large, luxurious life, had to take on the lease of a very small two-bedroom apartment. After having their own rooms for years, my children had to share. My then-husband chose that time to have a nervous breakdown, and I was on my own trying to keep afloat from debt and despair. My faith in God was severely tried and tested.