My husband made a decision that affects my whole family â€“ without talking to me.Â Every fiber in my body wants to knock him in the head, but that would be wrong (it would, wouldnâ€™t it?).Â IF he had talked to me, I would have counseled him differently.Â The trouble is that he DIDNâ€™T talk to me.Â He made the decision on his own and now I have to live with it.
To add irony to this insult, I am leading a bible study that is focused on control â€“ how we have to let go of control on many things (like husbands) and focus on the things in our own lives.Â I had just bragged (always a BAD sign when dealing with scripture) that I no longer had issues with control.Â Then the phone call came, and all I wanted to do was control (manage, salvage, fix) the situation.
Instead, I took a note from the upcoming weeks study and tried to respond with Godâ€™s love and Godâ€™s knowledge.Â Itâ€™s not easy, when every atom of the flesh is crying out â€œhave you lost your mind?â€Â There were not a whole lot of words I was able to form.Â I think I mumbled something along the lines of â€œokay.â€
The good news in all of this is that I am forced to confront the fact that God is my strength.Â God is my provision.Â God is my peace.Â Itâ€™s a good thing, too.Â Otherwise, my husband would be sleeping on the porch with the dogs.Â 😀