So today, I had a discussion with someone at great length about how she can’t possibly respect her husband – he needs to earn it, he hasn’t done anything worthy of it…etc. Problem is that she’s not a Christian, so I had to approach her from a different angle…she didn’t want to hear anything about …
Nearly as loud as the rain pelting the plastic hood of my rain slicker, I heard my heart pounding inside my chest as I walked to the truck. Not only was it raining, but I was about to attempt something I’d never done before involving a twin cab Ford F-150 and a boat trailer. My husband insisted that somewhere within my 5’5″ frame existed the capacity to manuever a trailer down the boat ramp into the water. Backwards. Nevermind the fact that I seldom drove his truck, and when I did, I drove over flower beds and curbs when rounding corners and the testosterone surge from the experience left me nearly giddy. And that’s when the sun was shining.
So this weekend, we are running a marriage and communication workshop at a church that’s hosting Daughters this summer. So far, I’ve received a number of questions about whether the workshop is for couples, for marrieds, for women, for singles, and been asked a number of times very specifically, “Can my husband come?” by wives …