Maybe I'm the only wife that does this. . .
I am frustrated at Husband about something.
I fume just a little bit deep inside the ugly corners of my heart.
Then suddenly before I know it, I am comparing my very own precious Husband to a silly concoction in my head of Mr Perfect.
The mental conversation goes something like this.
If he was really on top of things, he wouldn't have let that light bill become past due.
If he really wanted to take care of me, he would have made sure the gas tank was full.
If he really wanted to be a leader, he would have asked me what I thought of Sunday's sermon.
If he really thought about me, he would have planned months in advance for my birthday.
If he really loved me, he would make sure I was perfectly happy and taken care of 24 / 7 / 365.
The last two days, I've been struggling inside with this very thing. Yet as I was sitting on my bus this morning, I felt God convicting me.
Nicole. Are you willing to trade the joy in your marriage for a silly desire for Adam to become something that doesn't even exist?! Are you willing to jeopardize your relationship because you cannot accept the flaws in the person I gave you!? Are you not willing to except these struggles as my way of preparing and changing your heart?! And because everyone has flaws, which of his would you like to trade for a different one?!
Sooo yeeeaaah. . .
. . . .
God - 1, Nicole - 0
Tonight you will find me spending time with Husband, continuing to work on our relationship
and thanking God that He is still working on me.
Happy Tuesday, lovelies.