He was out of town last week for 3 nights. We survived. I was thrilled when he returned home. But something made me feel guilty.
I honestly enjoyed being in control.
It was nice not having to worry about another adult. I liked running the show without additional input.
Am I being too honest?
We miss him when he’s away. Everyone is happier when he’s here. We thrive as a family.
But the sinful me still likes to call the shots. I like it my way or no way. And his leaving reminded me how desperately I need a Savior.
I need someone to look to Who has really laid it all down. Someone Who’s said, “Not my will, but yours, be done.”
Marriage is for His glory. It teaches me how to love like Him. It teaches me how to sacrifice.
When the seasons are long, and marriage is hard, we can look to the cross. To Him. And we can lay it all down…all over again. And love because we have been loved.
“And he withdrew from them about a stone’s throw, and knelt down and prayed, saying, ‘Father, if you are willing, remove this cup from me.Nevertheless, not my will, but yours, be done’.” (Luke 22:41,42)