Marriage, Submissive, Wife, Husband, Control, God, Faith

My Need for Control Was Killing My Marriage (And My Faith)

I’m just overwhelmed, I finally squeak out. Clark and I got into a fight last night. About floors. I don’t think we can afford new floors in the new house, but he thinks we can. And watching our savings account disappear makes me feel all kinds of out of control. I like having a cushion. I think it’s an irresponsible decision, and all I want right now is to feel stable. In case you haven’t noticed, I am feeling unstable.

I laugh, but it comes out more like a bark. I make a mental note to google “How to Cry Adorably” when I get home.

We talk for a while. They ask questions and hold my hand. They pray over me. And then they give me the best marriage advice I’ve ever received.

When Our Politics Trump Our Godliness

We’ve forgotten that before we claim the title of Democrat or Republican or American, we claim the mission of a Heavenly King.

In our arguing, disagreeing, despairing, wallowing, shaming (basically, in our asshole-ness) in the name of our secondary titles, are we upholding the purpose we were given through our primary title? Our mission is the same today as it was last week: seek out the lost, the broken, the voiceless and GIVE THEM HOPE.