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The Guilt-Free Way to Take Care of Yourself and Your Family Comments Off

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There’s no real secret, it’s just this. Ancient wisdom.

There is one who gives freely, yet grows all the richer… Proverbs 11:24

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Whoever brings blessing will be enriched, and one who waters will himself be watered. Proverbs 11:25

We live in a culture of self.

Self-sufficiency, self-preservation, self-defense, self-nurture, self-care.

These concepts aren’t necessarily bad – I’m a big fan of self-sufficiency, in many ways – but these concepts also aren’t necessarily good. Sometimes they’re just Self-ish.

But we do need to take care of ourselves, right? You know that feeling you get as a wife, a mom, a woman, a friend, a dependable person who can be counted on? That feeling that just once, just this once, you’d like to say HEcK with ‘em all, let ‘em handle their own messes! and drive away with screeching tires and really loud music?

Oh, um, is that just me that feels that way sometimes?
(How embarrassing.)

Anyway. Maybe you never feel that way, but I do. I’ll admit it. I want to be dependable, but I don’t want to be predictable. I want to be a good wife, but I also want to be my own person. I want to be a good mom, but I also want to do something besides mommy stuff.

The message we hear is to set boundaries, draw lines, etc etc. Make sure that we get taken care of. That our priorities are made important. I hear that a lot; I’ve even said it quite often, and it’s not always the wrong advice.

It’s just not always the best advice.

Here’s how I see it: there’s good, better, best. Oh, and there’s also bad.

  • Bad is being a doormat who never voices an opinion, who lets herself be used and abused.
  • Bad is also being a self-centered, spoiled brat of a woman who whines, complains, manipulates, and threatens to get her own way.
  • Good is learning how to set boundaries so you’re not a doormat.
  • Better is learning to communicate and compromise so you’re able to pursue your own dreams and help others too.
  • Best is learning to take a giant step of faith, put all your dreams in God’s hands, give give give give give, and then see how He pays you back.

Best is scary. It’s a risk, or at least it feels like a risk.

It’s also got the greatest return-on-investment potential.

Look, I think God can work with us wherever we are. I know He’s met me in many different places. Sometimes the lesson I needed to learn was to be more honest, to stand up for myself. Sometimes the lesson I needed to learn was to be more humble, to let little things go, to give more of myself.

Right now the lesson He’s holding out to me, gently showing me, just kind of saying, Hey, look at this. You could, if you dared… is this lesson. The good-better-best lesson. The fact that I don’t oftennever choose best.

It’s a lesson of faith that is giant in my world. A lesson of risk-taking. A lesson of not standing my ground, staking my claim, planning my way, but of throwing it all into His hands, giving my heart out, and then seeing what He does with it all.

Gulp.

I’ll get back to you.

How Do You Know What Matters? Comments Off

We had a small unnerving crisis last weekend. I say small, because I know that in the whole big scheme of life, the universe, and everything, our crisis matters not a teensy bit. But in my small pond, it was a big unnerving splash.

Joe’s salary is base + bonus on the hours he makes. So his paycheck fluctuates. It’s a very fair set-up, but sometimes we think we know what we’re going to make in a pay period and… we’re wrong.

So that happened. Friday.

Then Joe’s iPhone broke. Friday night.

Then we discovered that our mortgage payment had gone up. By $200. In my financial world there is not $200 of wiggle room for the random upping of the mortgage payment. (No, just in case you’re concerned, we’re not on an ARM; they just recalculated our escrow and we have to bring our escrow balance up in time for tax payment.)

The good news of our weekend was that Joe’s iPhone is still covered by warranty (29 days left) so they fixed it for free. Sigh of relief.

All weekend long my brain sounded like this ohmygodohmygodohmygodohDear God I’m sorry, I need to trust you, I know I do, I’m sorry, help me to trust You, it’s just that ohmygodohmygod Okay I did it again, I’m sorry I’m really trying…. Ad infinitum.

Monday night, Joe’s on his way home, and I’m scrounging around, depressed by the fact that my pantry and freezer are so close to empty and I have no grocery money. I’m feeling sorry for myself, and resentful, and all I can think of is all the people I know who seem to be making it just fine and what do they know that we don’t know? and why is this so difficult for us? and aren’t we working as hard as we can? and what else can we do? and it just isn’t fair. And other purposeless phrases. I find a package of sausage and throw it in the sink to thaw, figuring that pancakes and eggs (one of my favorite meals anytime, anywhere) and sausage will be just the thing.

Joe gets home and we give each other that looks that says ohmygodohmygodohmygod – yeah I know, me too – ohmygodohmygod as he is engulfed by children. Happy children. Happy children who do not understand why they need to make this pack of Pull-ups last as long as possible.

We finally get dinner made and kids seated and plates served, and we’re sitting around the table eating pancakes and Joe’s explaining to the kids why we have to give them spankings when they are foolish, because we do not want them to grow up to be foolish people who are always unhappy and cannot serve God. Robbie, my little handsome not-yet-three-year-old, forks his last bite of pancake and waves it mid-air to emphasize his words: “I am being wise.” He shoves the pancake in his mouth and nods. “Foolish vewwy bad.”

And I look at him and my eyes get all watery and I think this is it.

A little while later, I am doing dishes and Joe has taken the kids outside so I have a little space in which to do dishes. I can see them all from the kitchen window. I’m standing at the sink, scrubbing plastic Lion King plates and wiping drops of syrup, and outside I see my handsome husband balancing three chattering children on the hammock with him. He looks up and gives me the “I Love You” sign.

And I look at him and my eyes get all watery and I think this is it.

This is it. This is what matters.

I pause my scrubbing for a minute to look up. Okay, God, I say. I’m sorry. I’m done. You’re in charge. I’m not.

No more ohmygodohmygod but O God, how great is Thy goodness, which Thou has laid up for them that fear thee; which Thou hast wrought for them that trust in Thee before the songs of men!

What matters in your life today?

Better Marriage: How to Get a Wise Husband 4

If there were one thing and one thing only I could tell every newbie wife it would be this. Now I’m only speaking from almost-six years of marriage experience. Maybe my one piece of advice will be totally different when it’s ten or twenty years. Probably, because last week I know my one piece of advice was to accept him as he is. (How’s that for a wallop of advice?) But this week it’s different. This week I’ve got it. This is the important one.

Trust him.

Trust him like you trusted your Daddy (if you had a good one) or like you wished you could (if you had a bad one).
Trust him to care, trust him to listen, trust him to love you, trust him to need you, trust him to romance you, and most of all trust him to make decisions.

Trust him, because when you do, you set up the best possible pattern for your marriage. You set up this pattern: This marriage has to have a leader. You are the leader. I trust you to be a good leader. I trust you to think things through. I trust you to do your best. I trust you to have good intentions. I trust you so I don’t have to worry about it.

Perfect Is Not Part of the Equation

Now, of course, he will mess up. He will make silly decisions, spend money on stupid things, rush into things or wait too long and miss opportunities. That doesn’t matter. There are very few messes he can make by a bad decision here or there that are as far-reaching and serious as the one you can make by refusing to trust him.

Let me say that again:
It’s more important that you trust him than that you have perfect finances in perfect order, the best car for the best value, the best house in the best school district, the ideal job, the better salary, the church that really fits you, the friends who really get you.

Why? Well, you plan on staying married, right? You signed up for life? Your marriage, God-willing and the creek don’t rise, will outlast financial problems, debt, broken cars, leaky houses, screaming babies, pooping pets, ugly furniture, a wardrobe of fat clothes, several years of bad hair days, in-grown churches, mooching friends.

That other stuff is circumstantial, situational, here today and a sweet or sour memory tomorrow. But while that stuff fades, you’ll still be waking up next to him. Him, the guy you married, the guy who probably didn’t know much when you married him, the guy who is learning about life with you. He knew enough to marry you. He’ll figure the rest out.

When Things Don’t Look Good

Trust him so he can. Trust that he has good intentions. Trust that God will protect you and provide for you. Trust that you are strong enough and wise enough to choose what matters and handle the storm that might arise because of your choices. And there will be a storm, probably many. There will be storms of condemnation and criticism (Why didn’t you stop him? Don’t you two know any better?); there will be storms of fear and worry (What will happen to us?); there will be storms of guilt (I should have told him not to do that…); there will be storms of hopelessness (Will he ever change? Will he ever get it? Will we ever get out of this situation? Will things ever get better?).

A storm is violent and furious and over in a few moments. Hold on, hunker down, and outlast it. You’re woman enough for that.

The more you trust him, the more he becomes worthy of your trust.

Do you want a wise husband?

One who thinks about the future, who has a vision for your family, who guards your heart, who provides for your needs, who acts on truth? Then trust the husband you have.
Trust him as if he is wise and watch as he becomes wise.


This post is linked up with Fimby’s (brand-new!) Friday’s Flowers.

Images

1. Bouquet of wildflowers that look like daisies – mine.

2. Have white doves follow you courtesy of H.KoppDelaney on Flickr.

3. Hold his glowing hand courtesy of D. Sharon Pruitt (Pink Sherbet Photography) on Flickr.

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