Mommy’s Little Hero

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I’m huffing and puffing, walking up the stairs, trying to carry this squirmy little dude on my hip while balancing a basket of laundry on the other. Asher is laughing and giggling while trying to see how hard he can kick his legs around before mommy drops the basket. Socks are toppling over the edge of heaping clothes, oozing out the sides of my basket. Oozing because Mike’s socks stink people. If you want to see a fun balancing act, watch a mom carrying her kid and a huge basket through a baby gate at the top of the stars, all the while a 70 lb freight train we call our dog, charging up the stairs. I sort of feel like this is my life lately. I am constantly going up and down. Overloading myself. Trying to get everything done.

I’ve come to realize that if I don’t watch myself, I can pretty much feel like this Every. Stinking. Day. The frazzled feelings. The not enough shaming. The mom judging. The days that get foggy.

Asher is all sorts of pre-toddler these days and I can see the challenges arising.

I worry that I won’t be enough.

Days can be hard as a mom. 

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As I’m sitting there trying to fold our laundry, Asher cruises on over to see what this is all about. Laundry has become his favorite new entertainment. Take the clothes out. Put them back in. Laugh about it. Take the clothes out. Shake them all about. Giggle. Hand mommy her clothes. Yank them back out of mommy’s hand. Laugh about it.

No joke. I had been sitting there working myself into what could have been a good o’l pity party, that would have ended with some comfort eating I’m sure, because that’s what I do sometimes, BUT as many times before, this little guy brings me back.

He brings me back to focus.

What can seem so mundane becomes an adventure.

 

We laugh together.

I remember how lucky I am.

I’m sure the worry will come back. The nag never seems to go away.

But it’s moments like these I need to keep her at bay.

I hear parents say a lot about how they can’t believe they are parents. The unbelief in the privilege they have of raising a family. I can’t say that comment always resonates with me until I start to worry about not being enough for my family. Then it all starts to make sense.

I choose happiness. I choose gratitude. I trust I am enough. I trust that God will continue to guide my heart as I hold my son’s hand. Really, he is leading me. Leading me deeper into my relationship with God. Growing my heart in ways I never knew.

I trust that he will know someday when he looks back that his mama loved him and in the midst of doing laundry, my heart was overflowing with gratitude for the joy he has brought to my life.

This mama is learning to be intentional with her gratitude. Read on for more encouragement to see the good in the mundane as a stay at home mom.

 

 

Four Letter Words and Blogging Friends

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I am loving the blogging community. I love it even more when I find other women who are passionate about their writing. As a Christian writer, it is even more lovely when you come across other women whose words lie in the molding of the Creator.

Harmony is one of those writers. She is as genuine as they come and writes from her heart. I have been following her writing for about six months, so I was thrilled when she started guest posts on her blog. Guess who is her first post? >>>> Whoot! Whoot!<<<<

I am over on Harmony’s site today discussing A Four Letter Word Christians Should Be Talking About. Head over to her site and check it out and take a look around her site. I think you’ll enjoy her writing as much as I do!

Life Is Not About Likes

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Mother’s Day has come and pass, but I am still cozied up on my couch, taking in all that’s around me. My family. My home. This new life I am living as a stay-at-home-mom.

As I started to thumb through Facebook last night, I had to remind myself that what I had that morning, the breakfast and laughs with my family, that is what matters. NOT the responses I got on Facebook.

If you’re like me, sometimes this is hard to remember. I am honored to be published on Her View From Home where I talk a little more about my struggle with social media, If you struggle keeping your peace sometimes when you start comparing and looking at the numbers, then I would love for you to click over and read my post.

If it resonates with you, would you be so bold to share it with others to remind them of the Truth?

Thanks friends, and Happy Monday! Cheers to a GREAT week!!

Gloryanna

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Gratitude: Disarming the Lies We Tell Ourselves

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It starts when I lay in bed for the night. I don’t know what it is about elusive sleep, but I seem to get most of my revelations when I can’t sleep. I started going through the ongoing list I like to title “ME.”

No one does the laundry for me.

No one cooks me dinner.

No one takes care of me, I mean right?

Clearly I do everything. I remember to feed the dogs. I remember to book the appointments. I am the brains behind family vacations. I am the one who bakes for the group fundraiser. I am the one who makes plans for date night. Am I the only one who likes romance?

Me. Me. Me. What about me? What about me?

We live in a culture that is constantly telling us that we need to love ourselves, take care of ourselves. Keep ourselves first. While I believe that taking time for myself and putting some of my needs at the top of my priority list is important, because if mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy, but I struggle balancing this.

I tell myself I am neglected. I tell myself it’s someone else’s fault I lose my joy. I convince myself that others are responsible for my happiness and peace.

But if I am being brutally honest with myself. These are lies. 

Joy is a choice. Happiness is a choice. A choice that says I trust you God with all my heart. The joy of the Lord is my strength. Not if my husband decides to cook dinner one night (although I”m not saying he shouldn’t ever do that, you know 😉 ).

I can’t look past the two greatest commandments Jesus gave his followers. I find I am at a constant battle with one of these commandments.  A battle I am always fighting, with gloves held high. The commandments that say “Love the Lord with all your heart and soul” and “Love your neighbor as yourself.”

OK, God. I love you with all my heart and soul. Sure. No problem. At least it’s no problem today. It’s that “simple” second one that holds me up. 

How do you love others but still feel like you aren’t running on empty?

Feeling like I am the one who is always doing everything makes it hard for me to sometimes love others as myself, particularly those close to me, like family members or my husband.

I want to be intentional in my life. Intentional in loving others. I want to be intentional in giving thanks for God’s love in my life. I want to be intentional in strengthening myself in the Lord.  I want to choose the Lord to fill me up when I feel like I am running on empty. I want to make positive choices to try and prevent that feeling of being empty.

I want to be intentional while I am doing laundry.


I want to take the focus off of myself and focus on Him.


To help me stay focused on Him and the strength I get from Him, I plan to spend the next month being intentionally thankful each day. Taking my eyes off of me and looking to Him. Focusing on others. I’ve got this nifty little dry-erase board on my mirror in my bathroom where I brush my teeth. I have this here so each morning, as I get ready, I am reminded to start the day with gratitude.

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What about you?

I challenge you to choose to be intentionally grateful each day this month. There is no time like the present. This isn’t about some rules to try and please God. This is about striving to trust God with your hurts or worries or maybe, just maybe, those feelings of feeling neglected, and bring peace and joy into your life.

I don’t know about you, but at the end of the day, I can easily convince myself out of anything because I am exhausted. I’d like to still reflect at the end of the day, but I also want to try and start my day with being grateful because I know I am more likely to have a refreshed mind then.

For you, maybe that means the drive to work. Maybe it’s during your lunch or a quick coffee break at the office. Maybe it’s during nap time for your littles. It doesn’t matter when it is! Think about a time that lends itself to you being able to be intentional.

As I was lying in bed, throwing myself a pity party, I heard Him. I hear him. I hear Him call my name. I hear Him say “Gloryanna, you are mine. You are doing that laundry for me. You are remembering and taking care of others for me.” He encourages me to focus on what I am grateful for in this life. That the constant renewal of my mind is a process that begins with thanksgiving. I think of how many times Jesus started to pray by giving thanks. How many times prophets and servants of God in the Bible began their missions, their letters, their prayers, with giving thanks.


Gratitude doesn’t leave room for the lies I tell myself.

Gratitude leaves room for Grace. And we all know we need that. We just have to accept it.


I know, I know. I’m jumping around a little bit here. But bear with me. Join me.

Join me in being intentional in gratitude and disarming the lies we tell ourselves. Join me in choosing to trust God each day with our fears, our angers, ur worries, and remember who He is and be grateful for what He has done and what He will do.

Prayer for Today:
Thank you, God for reminding me that I am walking this life to serve you and bring Glory to your Name. Thank you for wiping out the spirit of self-pity and replacing it with your love for me. By trusting you with my fears and anger, I am releasing them to you. Trusting that you will work it out.
What else can you thank God for today to start out on an attitude of gratitude?

(This post also appears on gloryannaboge.com.)

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Dear Readers: I Haven’t Been Honest Lately

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I woke up at about 1:00 AM with a long night of tossing and turning. The fan droned in the background as my thoughts just wouldn’t stop. I had started to feel it a few weeks back. This feeling of always being unsettled. It was like I couldn’t breathe. I was questioning myself. Worried about what people were thinking.

As someone who likes to write and put it out there on the Internet in hopes that it reaches someone and meets them where they’re at, you are always running the risk of anxiety. Worry that someone will misunderstand what you’re trying to say. Worry that you’ve said too much about your perspective that you end up crossing the line of someone else’s privacy. Worry that you sound, well, like a jerk maybe. Judgmental. Whatever it is, you worry about the representation your words bring to the table.

Worry that you might lose yourself in the process and start writing for your audience instead of yourself.

At 1:00 AM in the deep of the night I had lost myself. Lost myself to a world that I slowly walked into.

When I started blogging, I knew that this was something God wanted me to do. I had made a big transition in my life going from a teacher to a stay-at-home-mom and I saw writing as an outlet. I saw writing as a way to still “teach” others one might say. I saw writing as a way to encourage others in their relationship with Christ. It didn’t matter if you were a mom or dad or aunt or uncle. What once was a vision to write to edify others, became a morphed road that I hijacked. God showed me an opportunity and I grabbed it with greedy hands and let it devour me.

In the middle of the night I was starving to know why I was empty without any of the peace I had once had when I started this little blog. Scenes started triggering my mind.

The first trigger came in a conversation I had with my sister. She made a comment about who my target audience is in my writing and she said, “Well you are writing towards stay-at-home-moms, right?” My response was that writings about my faith and walk with Christ could be for anybody. Later that night I couldn’t shake that feeling. The feeling that I had veered off what my original intent was with all this writing. I wanted to reach anyone in their faith. Not only moms, let alone stay-at-home-moms. Granted, God has given me this new role of being a mom, so there will definitely be times I write about that journey, but forgiveness? Grace? Those are for everyone. Looking over some choices I’ve made, my writing has become well, a little like tunnel vision and I feel like I am becoming blind.

The second trigger came when I got sucked into the bumpy road that is social media and started equating my writing success based on the interactions I would get via social media. God has opened my eyes to these sneaky, yet heavy chains and is growing in me about it. At this point, I rarely check my blog stats anymore and try to keep all social media outlets to a minimum. I use a post planner for social media as much as I can so I don’t have to actually be on it all the time. God has broken the chains in this department and His peace is starting to fill me up more. If you want to talk about losing your peace in a snap, spend too much time on Facebook. Let me just say, and as obvious as it might sound, life is not about likes. But that is another post for another day.

The third trigger came when I was cleaning up old photos on my computer and the original photo with my blog tagline popped up. It was only a few months ago, but in that time I had completely forgotten. I had chosen the name of this site for a couple of reasons. As we go through this life, we are constantly moving through the different seasons, and they happen in the blink of an eye. The baby that won’t sleep through the night? It’s only a season. The rough patch with your friend? It’s only a season. Not so much as in, “it’s only a season, get over it.” No, it’s like it’s only a season, slow down, work through it, or pause and enjoy it. Enjoy this season because it will go so fast. While I was pregnant with Asher, I clinged to Ecclesiastes 3:1

For everything there is a season,
a time for every activity under heaven.

Asher was 12 days late and this verse was the only thing that got me through that time of waiting. Knowing that everything happens in its time. Hence, my blog name was born.

What I didn’t plan for, was to let myself get sucked into a blogging world I wasn’t ready for. THERE IS SO MUCH OUT THERE FOR BLOGGERS. It is overwhelming. I soon became engrossed in approval addiction and statistics for viewership on my site. I slowly started writing differently, driven by these suffocating emotions. I sort of gave myself this “momblogger” identity that I hadn’t originally planned to be. I changed my website header, got rid of the Bible verse and started brainstorming like crazy over all these topics I could write about that would draw in the mom crowd. All the while, losing my identity as a writer. You would think as a mom, that writing about being a mom is a no brainer.

I have met some awesome mom bloggers and I have gained some phenomenal support from women in the blogging world. Unfortunately, I let some of these circumstances change my goal for writing. Instead of staying honest to myself and writing about what God was revealing to me in my heart, the raw, honest stuff about my faith, I started writing about the best way to cook homemade dinner rolls. Instead of writing about God changing my character as a wife, I started writing about the best baby food meals. Don’t misunderstand me. There is absolutely nothing wrong with writing about these things and I love reading about them and the world needs this stuff!! What became wrong for me is that I wasn’t writing about what I knew I should be. Writing became a struggle each time I sat down at the computer. Posting on social media became a task. The joy was slipping away.

I have realized that I haven’t been honest with you because I haven’t been honest with myself. I have been so busy writing to appeal to the masses at times, that I have lost site of why I originally started this. So, all of this to say that if you’ve been following me along this bumpy way, and have seen how I keep changing on here, well, I can’t guarantee that it won’t happen again, but hopefully you’ll see the real me continuing to emerge and it will encourage you in some way. Hopefully, you’ll draw closer to God in your relationship with Him.

I’m not in this to make money or some kind of blogging celebrity fame. I just want to write. I just want to stay honest to myself and be comfortable in my own skin. I don’t know if I’ll keep falling into the category of a #momblogger or #faithblogger or maybe #mombydaybloggerbynight.

Better yet how about a Child of the true God who writes for His kingdom.

I know one thing for sure. I will stay true to the calling God has placed on my heart right now and that is to grow closer to Him on this journey. Even if this writing gig is only for a season.

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It’s Who He Is

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(This post also appears on gloryannaboge.com.)

That moment when you’re totally engrossed in your own life. You feel like you’re never going to get that check list marked off. You feel like you are always going going. You feel like you’ve lost a little bit of something trying to do it all. Maybe you’ve lost a little bit of time with your spouse. Time with your friends. Time with your kids. Lost a little bit of yourself.

I get these enveloping moments when I’m doing the day-to-day mundane. I might be washing the dishes, running errands, paying bills, vacuuming. Whatever the mundane is in our house, I can always hear the faint sound of music in the background. We’re one of those families that has the radio lulling in the kitchen. Our station of choice is K-LOVE. I could probably write a whole series on K-LOVE calming the storms in the background in our household. Having constant praise music is a life source for me.

I was washing the dishes after a restless night worried about some decisions I needed to make. I’ve always been one that believes if you don’t have peace about a decision, then the answer is probably that you should shut the door on that choice. I was worried about what others would think of me. I was worried of how it would affect a few relationships. I was worried about how I would appear. Lots of “I’s” in that sentence…

I am one of those that also tends to look in the Bible for verses to make me feel better. Thank God for topical reference Bibles. If I’m worried, I look up verses about peace and trust. Nothing wrong with this at all. I think this can be a great reason to talk with God about where you’re at in life. The problem I run into sometimes is that my relationship with God becomes focused on me. Where I’m at. What’s going wrong. What went right.

What is a moment of distress seeking God for immediate help becomes a habit of a one-sided relationship.

I was washing dishes when it hit me. Chris Tomlin’s song “Good Good Father” came on the radio. In that moment, God wrapped me up in Him. Filled me with His breath of life. Filled me with His truth. Reminding me who He is.

He is the healer.
He brings restoration.
He provides.
He never leaves us.
He knows just what I need before I even say it.

It’s who He is.

When you’re in the day-to-day mundane, try to remember who He is and less of your mistakes and worries. If we keep our eyes on Him, we’ll see less of our messy world and more of His kingdom on earth.

(This post also appears on gloryannaboge.com.)

 

Is it a Bible Day? Devotional Day? Does It Matter?

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Heyo! It’s our first Monday Motivation. Gahhh! I am oozing with excitement to start this! I had been thinking about how I wanted our Monday Motivations to play out.. I kept thinking about devotionals and how we use them. Why we use them. Sometimes I grab my devotional on days when I need a quick “God pick me up.” Sounds weird, but you know what I mean, right?

Is it a Bible Day or a Devotional Day? Book Day? Praise and Worship Day? Fellowship Day?

I soon realized that when I go to my devotional for quick inspiration, I start to feel a little guilty. Like maybe I’m not pleasing God because I just want something quick instead of taking 30 minutes to read something from His Word and sit and meditate on it for another 10 minutes. Nothing wrong with this at all, but who’s to say 30 minutes is better than 10 minutes?

Is my relationship qualified by the amount of time I spend with God down to the last minute?

Not only that but who’s to say my interaction with God is limited to a certain time of the day? I don’t know about you but the more I think about it, the more I realize that God and I talk back and forth throughout the whole day! If we didn’t I’d be really cuckoo. Worship music helps too.

I think this is a lie from the Enemy.

Why wouldn’t he plant a seed of doubt like this in our minds if it hinders us from reading any of God’s Word? If it keeps us from taking a few minutes to feel connected with God? God is always with us. We are the ones that get in the way of our relationship with our emotions.

Devotionals, books about Christ, prayer, relationships with others, and worship are like parts of the body (our relationship with Christ) and His Word is the heart and soul. We need his Word to survive and thrive, but all those other pieces help us along in life too.

I can’t neglect His Word and time with Him if I want to keep growing in my relationship with Him, but I like the idea of my devotional being the quick “I Love You” I say to Him and He says to me. A relationship won’t thrive if everything is quick, but it certainly doesn’t hurt to bring that quick reminder of who we are in Him and remember how much He loves us.

Go ahead, grab your favorite devotional sometime today or listen to  your favorite worship song or whatever!

 

Get refreshed and remember who God is.

May the Force be with you.
Glo

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I Am Not my Husband’s Holy Spirit

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I’ve been wanting to write about this for a while now. I know some friends of mine who would love to change things about their husbands. Don’t get me wrong. We love them and there are so many things we wouldn’t ever want to change, but I know we can all relate to the things we wish were a little different. And I’m sure there are many husbands out there who would say the same thing about their wives. I have recently felt like God is speaking to me about this in my relationship with Mike and all I can say is the message I’ve been getting loud and clear is that I am not my husband’s holy spirit. 

I have found in many of my conversations with my friends and with myself, things that we want to change about our husbands sometimes fall into the “spiritual” category. Apparently, we think we know what is best for him and his relationship with Christ. I could easily give a checklist about what my friends and myself think our husbands should be doing differently to better his relationship with Christ.

1) He should frequently initiate prayer with his wife. I mean if I’m having a bad day I want to pray about it. Right?
2) He should want to read the Bible with his wife. I LOVE to read. Why shouldn’t I expect this from him too?
3) He should take initiative to communicate about his spiritual journey with his wife. Let’s stay up and talk about this for hours. Ha!
4) He should read his Bible a lot, in front of me, so I can see it to make me feel better for some reason.
5) Being a leader in the church in some capacity would be a nice bonus.
6) Insert some other expectation in your mind that you think your husband should be doing.

Seriously, though, I sat down and wrote down all the things I thought Mike should “grow” in as a Christian dad/husband of our home. Whether you’ve actually written these down or not, I’m sure you’ve got that list somewhere in your heart. My list had some similarities to the one above. I then made a list of all the things that Mike already is as a Christian dad/husband of our home. As I followed this process I felt God revealing to me that my perception of what we think our husbands should be are based more on worldly expectations instead of what God’s Word says.

Our checklists are based on our emotional desires/needs than maybe what God has really in store for them. Mike does initiate prayer. Maybe not everytime I wish he did, but he certainly does in other various situations. Mike does read his Bible. Honestly, I’m not sure how often he does this. If I was only around him every second of the day… God said to me,”Gloryanna, you’re not his Holy Spirit. What makes you think he needs to “grow” in all these things? How are you growing? What are you learning?” It was then that I knew God was re-directing my focus on to Him and my relationship with Him and where I’m at in my journey with Him.

I was reminded of John Eldredge’s book Love and War when he talks about how mysterious marriage is, yet it is so obvious that God created the union between a man and a woman to reflect His relationship with us. As a result, our marriages are an element to cause us to grow in our relationship with Christ. What is beautiful about this is that in the way I view Mike as “weak” or needs to grow, I find that I’m relatively strong at. I’m sure many of you have learned this in your marriage that you both tend to have complimenting strengths and weaknesses. Where I’m weak, he’s strong. Where he’s weak, I’m strong.

I had never really thought before about how my strengths could be used to help encourage Mike and influence him in a positive way. For example, when I wake in the mornings, I have found that I like to pray before my feet hit the ground. Starting the day off choosing joy and God’s peace is vital to my daily walk. Instead of being discouraged that Mike isn’t all bright-eyed and bushy-taled to start the day like that with me, doesn’t mean I can’t initiate that for BOTH of us as we start our day.

As a result, on Mondays and Wednesdays, I roll over and whisper to Mike that I’m going to pray for our day. Come to find out, he loves that I do this and it means a lot for him to start his day this way. Simple example of something that I could have easily been irritated with and gone about all the wrong way. I find many of us might say something to our husbands like, “you know, it would be really nice if we prayed more together. Why don’t we take turns praying before we get out of bed?” or maybe something like “I wish you would pray in the mornings with me. It would make you feel so much better.”

I don’t know about your husbands, but Mike can hardly function in the mornings, let alone in bed at 6:00AM in the dark. I realized this is a strength for me and it comes naturally to get up and get going in the mornings. Why shouldn’t I do this for Mike? It has brought him a lot of encouragement on his stressful days to have that quick few minutes with me and the Lord in the morning to start his day off.

It’s funny when you start to look at how you and your spouse compliment each other. Here I’ve gone on about praying to start the day off, but many times, in the heat of a trial or challenge, I can easily start to rely on my own reasoning to try and solve the problem. I’m such a “go-getter” that this can get the best of me at times. There have been times I would get frustrated because I felt Mike wasn’t being active in helping the situation, only to find that he’s taking his time, meditating and praying about it. He is quick to remind me to chill out and pray and breathe for a second. A great character trait that didn’t show up on my expectations list. I mean if he doesn’t read his Bible at the start of every day that’s a problem, but lets overlook how he acts when we’re faced with a challenge.

I’m so quick to forget and become clouded with my own list. God loves us unconditionally and doesn’t put legalistic expectations on us in our relationship with him. Why am I doing that to my husband? Well, I know Satan gets a lot of satisfaction from this. Another great thing about Eldredge’s book Love and War. He reminds us that we are at war in our marriages. Satan wants nothing more than to bring bitterness, discontent, anger, etc., into our marriages. We forget we are on the same team.

We can so easily lose sight of the big picture and what God is doing in our relationship with our spouse. Some of our husbands really may need to grow in some of the areas on our list but in the end, they have free will and choices, just like us. We are not their Holy Spirit. We are their helpmates. So what does this mean? As Mike’s helpmate and wife, I want to be as encouraging to him as possible in his relationship with Christ. I’ve got a good hunch that any rude remarks or “guilting” conversations are certainly not going to encourage him. Why is it that many of us feel that if we just tell them what their doing wrong, it’s a good idea? The more I think about that, the dumber it sounds. I have NEVER responded well to someone “guilting” me or condemning me. If anything, I pull away from that person. I am immediately reminded of 1 Peter 3:1-5

The same goes for you wives: Be good wives to your husbands, responsive to their needs. There are husbands who, indifferent as they are to any words about God, will be captivated by your life of holy beauty. What matters is not your outer appearance–they styling of your hair, the jewelry you wear, the cut of your clothes–but your inner disposition.

To me, this is a huge reminder of how actions speak louder than words. To me this says, you are your husband’s helpmate. The way you live will encourage him.  Of course this doesn’t mean that anything we say just floats off, pointless. We all know communication is important. And let’s face it, we are definitely going to screw this up daily. That’s the beauty of surrendering to Christ and managing that surrender daily. Letting Christ grow in us and taking the focus off of what our husbands aren’t doing, focus on what they are doing, and really focus on what God is doing in us, will bring us peace. Let God take care of the rest. Trust can be a marvelous experience when we truly release ourselves to it.

You know what’s interesting, before those verses about wives, if you notice Peter says “The same goes for you wives.” Well, Peter just got done talking about the kind of life Christ lived while he was on earth. Yah, he talks about how he was crucified and suffered in silence, content to let God set things right. I know these verses can touch our hearts in a lot of different ways, but I don’t think we can overlook the fact that Peter wrote these verse hand in hand. If anything, it reminds me that God will set things right. God does care about every detail of our lives. Focusing on that brings me peace about what the future and present hold for my marriage. I certainly don’t get those feelings when I get all wrapped up in what I think my husband should be doing.

I would encourage you take a few moments and make a list of all the positive, godly character traits your husband has. Keep that list some place you know you’ll read it often. Maybe at the bottom write “I am not my husband’s Holy Spirit, but I am his helpmate.”

Evaluate your strengths as his wife and helpmate. Think about ways your strengths could bring encouragement to him. What actions could you do? Ask God to show you ways you can bring encouragement to your husband, instead of resorting to a “guilting conversation.”

Evaluate his strengths as your husband and helpmate. What areas have you overlooked or forgotten about because you were focused on your expectations instead of what he is already strong at?

Give yourself a brief moment, as much as possible (I try to do this daily) when you can pray and speak positive over your husband and your marriage. I love The Secret Power of Speaking God’s Word by Joyce Meyer. She has a whole section with bible verses for wives to confess out loud about their husband, marriage, and themselves. I have these posted in various places in my house, along with other verses about being a mom and prayers for your children. There is huge value and effect in writing God’s word down and posting it around you to read. Habakkuk 2:2 says

Then the Lord replied, “write down the revelation and make it plain on tablets so that anyone can read it easily.”

Whatever you do, don’t stop praying. Whatever you do, forgive yourself and your husband for anything that is keeping you from experiencing the joy God wants you to have in your marriage. Marriage is hard. We know forgiveness can seem even harder sometimes. Remember, you and your husband are on the same team. Think about how much energy we waste being angry or wishing for things to change. How much joy are you letting Satan rob from you? Take back your joy. Choose happiness. Choose encouragement. Choose to be the wonderful helpmate God picked long before the earth was created for your husband. Accept that you are going to fail at this at times and as you accept the flaws in yourself, accept the flaws in your husband. Embrace the redemption Christ brings to us.

 

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