As Debi explains how to be sober, to love our husbands, to be discreet, keepers at home, good, and obedient to our husbands, I gain a whole new understanding of what grace really is. The more I read of how I am suppose to be treating my husband...the better I understand the grace that is given me by Jesus Christ. It is undeserved - unearned...nonetheless it is given to me freely....it has everything to do with the magnificent love and compassion of Jesus! The picture of marriage, what a marriage is truly meant to be, is such a powerful image of our relationship with Christ.
Bottom line, our roles as wives are to be our husband's helpers - never a liability, but always an asset. Yes, I said ALWAYS...even when they are insensitive, selfish, indifferent, rude...blah, blah, blah. Thats just it..when will we GET it??...when WE are insensitive, selfish, indifferent, rude,(because we all know we are) God still gives us grace..NOT what we DESERVE! Grace.
We, as wives, must be DETERMINED to do our jobs with excellence. This world teaches us to disrespect and resent our husbands. To only give them what they need after they earn it. But we must be intentional on breaking that well-established tradition. We must be purposeful in starting new habits with the way we treat our husbands. We must make it our AIM to PLEASE our husband.
I'm starting to understand that its not always easy, its hard work, but its what we were created to do. I have got to get rid of those habits of getting upset when Scott doesn't do things my way, or when he doesn't appreciate or acknowledge my efforts - what I do can no longer be based on what he does. My role is to respect him and to create a home of peace and rest. In all this, when I reverence Scott, I am reverencing God.
I leave you with this hilarious poem from the book:
O, so much ter do,
So much ter be done.
The work's never through,
An' da work ain't much fun.
No thanks fer yer labor,
No pay fer da job,
Jest, "What's fer supper?"
"How 'bout corn-on-da-cob?"
Ya mop an' ya sweep,
Ya dust an' ya shine.
Then turn around,
An' what do ya find?
His shoes on da floor,
His coat on da chair,
His rear in da couch,
An' his feet in da air!
So ya kick off yer shoes,
An' ya throw down yer broom.
An' ya wink at yer ole man,
So he'll make ya some room!
So much ter be done.
The work's never through,
An' da work ain't much fun.
No thanks fer yer labor,
No pay fer da job,
Jest, "What's fer supper?"
"How 'bout corn-on-da-cob?"
Ya mop an' ya sweep,
Ya dust an' ya shine.
Then turn around,
An' what do ya find?
His shoes on da floor,
His coat on da chair,
His rear in da couch,
An' his feet in da air!
So ya kick off yer shoes,
An' ya throw down yer broom.
An' ya wink at yer ole man,
So he'll make ya some room!
2 comments:
Our first year was our hardest. It was so hard. It didn't help that I got pregnant and started puking for 9 months straight. And gained 75 pounds. Then add a new baby. Boy did we not know how to be parents, much less married. Our eighth year has proven to be difficult as well. We're both learning how to show grace to one another and it's not been easy. We're learning how to communicate on a completely new level. It's good, but it's hard. We listened to Tim Keller (PCA church in New York) talk about marriage being a direct relation to God and His plan for us to know Him. It's so easy to get caught up in my own pride. It's not about me. It's about the gospel. It's harder to be the gospel at home than it is with an unbeliever.
Mrs Berry I think offten that God is preparing you to be a writer,for you have a wonderful way of expressing yourself
ILBYD
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