grrrr. i was already to whine and complain and then BAM… i got hit right between the eyes by sarah young. today's jesus calling…
thank Me for each blessing along the way; this brings Joy to both you and Me. a grateful heart protects you from negative thinking. thankfulness enables you to see the abundance I shower upon you daily. your prayers and petitions are winged into heaven's throne room when they are permeated with thanksgiving. in everything give thanks, for this is My will for you.
okay. rant about husband averted.but the lingering issue about communication and how men and women are wired so differently remains…
how is it that a man can come home from work and see groceries strewn about the kitchen with his wife {who has also been working all day} preparing dinner and whirling about the kitchen go and pour himself a glass of wine and open up his laptop at the kitchen bar and be completely oblivious to all that is at hand?
ummmm could you maybe offer me a libation, too?
as i became a bit frustrated with his complete lack of intuition that i could use a little help… i thought to myself that perhaps men just need to be asked.
{at one point he did do the dishes that were in the sink.}
i didn't say anything, really, because it was alright, and i wasn't getting mad… i was just noticing.
{but i really hate to have to ask… but that's my issue… not his!}
and as i turn my face toward thanksgiving…
may i take a moment to thank God for my husband.
that i have a man who comes home to me.
who provides for our family.
who engages me with witty banter as i work in the kitchen.
who eats what i prepare {thai shrimp & broccoli over whole wheat pearled couscous}.
who watches american idol with me and pretends to be interested {until he falls asleep… almost immediately}.
we have food to eat.
satellite television on a screen much bigger than we need.
heat.
a solid roof {still intact after a rather nasty storm}.
and the list goes on…
so thanks sarah for the added nudge. and Jesus… for calling me back to him.
My husband and I have actually chatted about such things. There is a great level of trust in those conversations and also in the subsequent outcomes. It is a fact that our brains work different...thus we perceive things differently. I don't mind asking for his help when I need it...nor do I mind asking him to be more aware of some things in the future. On the same token...he is free to let me know things that I over look and need to be aware of. Trust is what it took for he and I. I trust that he doesn't look at me like I am a nag rolling my eyes at him...and I trust that he isn't ignoring stuff and being selfish. AND VISE VERSA! I live in my own little world sometimes and I am even guilty of not seeing the forest for the trees. :)
ReplyDeleteNice post. I shall have to look into that book.
Wonderful post. Our Savior is forgiving and merciful! And the man thing? It's just that. They don't notice and do need to be asked. They're never going to be women...praise GOD!!
ReplyDeleteso good! i can relate! am on chap 2 of Ann's book now and LOVING it.
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness, if I had a nickel for every time I expected my husband to read my mind I'd be a rich, rich woman. I'm trying to learn that expecting him to read my mind and then seething when he doesn't is NOT good for our marriage.
ReplyDeleteI wonder how many more times I'll have to learn that lesson? My guess is MANY.
Your gratitude in spite of your frustration makes me smile!!!! YAY, God.
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