God’s got this. Sometimes that phrase is the only thing that gets me through.
We had a fight. It is not the first time we have had this fight and I could take both sides of the argument with ease . . . I know it that well.
This time was different. This time I made a purposeful choice not to roll my eyes (I may have strained something in the process thought) because he was going through the same ole same ole for the six billionth time. I chose to listen and to try to hear – and I mean hear his heart as much as he words.
This time I made an intentional effort to accept his words and to show in some way that I understood they had value. And he listened to me.
I told him that I had gone through a similar struggle earlier in the day and he stared at me. “You never told me.”
I don’t tell him. The closest I come to telling anyone that I am in a place of struggle is when I spill my heart to you. I don’t want to add to the burdens that others are carrying already. They don’t have the answer and if the answer is going to come from them then there is one mightier than me that will let them know.
I told my husband that my mantra is simple. “God’s got this.”
The irony lies in the fact that just three hours prior to the “discussion” we were having, I had shared the very struggle with him and I followed it up with “but I know God’s got this.”
HE replied, “Yes, He does.”
My husband knows. He’s seen it. He’s lived it. I want to shake him and scream at him to remember – just remember how God has had it in the past and God will have it in the future.
Until this very moment with you, I had forgotten about a prayer I said earlier today. I was about to point out something my husband was doing that I knew he didn’t want to do and I knew it wasn’t the way he wanted to be. Instead, I prayed. I prayed that God would help me do more to become the wife He designed me to be and that He would touch the heart of my husband.
I suspect that moment of release – where I made the choice to trust God to handle it probably had more to do with the shift than me not rolling my eyes.
I can’t fix my husband. Believe me, if there was a way to make it happen I would have found THAT manual long ago. All I can do is become the best me that I can be, love my husband unconditionally, and live a life that reflects the understanding that God’s got this.
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