Let me introduce myself. I'm a single mother, age 32 ... and, oh yeah, I live at home with my parents. Believe me, when I was younger, it wasn't a goal of mine to be living with my parents at this age. Actually, I had planned to be married to Mr. Wonderful, sharing a beautiful suburban home with him and my 2.3 kids. But God has a way of changing our plans--or working His will in spite of them.

A little background might be in order. The summer before my senior year of college, I found out I was pregnant. To make a long story short, with my parents' amazing love and support, I made the difficult decision to undertake single motherhood.

After my son's birth, I finished my degree and got a job in my field (how often does that happen?). My son, Christian, and I lived with my parents until he was 5, at which time I felt financially secure enough to venture out on my own and to buy a townhouse.

Ahh! The freedom of being out on my own! The joys of owning my own home! And ... the bills!! We got by just fine on the salary I made; but as Christian got older, I felt a nudge from God to put him in a wonderful, private Christian school nearby. But how on earth would I afford the tuition and a mortgage note?

My mother, half-jokingly, made the suggestion one day that we could move back in with them so that I could afford to put Christian in this new school. Yeah right! That's just what I wanted to do--move back in with my parents. I might as well tattoo a big "L" for "LOSER" on my forehead. But the more I thought and prayed about it, the more sense it started to make.

Now granted, Christian hadn't even been accepted into this school yet. But, on faith, I put my place on the market and waited to see what God would do. Would you believe I was scheduled to move on Aug. 20, and one week before the move I got a call that a slot had opened up at the school for Christian? From that moment on, I never doubted that God had His hand in the whole thing.

We've been living with my parents for about a year and a half now, and I can truly say that it's been wonderful. I pay them rent and still have enough salary to pay tuition. (And, by the way, the school has been a tremendous blessing!)

People ask me a lot if I miss my privacy. Honestly, I still have all the privacy I need. And I have the added bonus of built-in babysitters on the occasion that I need one!