Being submissive to my husband is the wrong way of saying it.Â I need to be submissive to my Lord, and let everything flow through that.Â Itâ€™s not always fun, and it is rarely easy, but it is that simple.Â I do everything like God is sitting here watching.
Last night, my husband was late.Â He didnâ€™t call.Â He didnâ€™t email.Â And he hadnâ€™t written anything on the calendar.Â I was near panic â€“ and that is hard to get from me.Â When I finally got in touch with him, I was hurt.Â I wanted to pout, even though the kitchen needed to be picked up.Â I wanted to mope around, even though the children needed to be bathed and put into bed.
I have been pushing myself these last few weeks to look to God as my source of inspiration, and He has yet to let me down.Â Last night was no exception.Â By the time my husband drove up the driveway, the kids where in pajamas, and the kitchen was back to order.Â More importantly, my attitude had changed.
This morning, I noticed that he had written all his after school activities on the calendar.Â He even used the color pen I have designated for him.Â Had I lost my temper with him last night, then God couldnâ€™t have put that action on his heart.
Iâ€™m learning â€“ one, slow day at time â€“ that I canâ€™t change my husband.Â There are days that I want to, and Iâ€™m sure Iâ€™m not the only one.Â Unfortunately, all I can do is strive to be the best me that I can be by focusing on the things that God has directed me to do.