Monday, February 23, 2009

Rerun-Not That Wife

This post was published on March 19, 2008, so the mentioned events are not recent. Still, this has always been one of my favorite posts even though my weaknesses are accented greatly.)

Earlier this week, during a phone conversation with my soul sister Jaime, I giddily recounted several falling in love with The Professor stories. The backdrop for the tales was painted more than nine years ago. Colors representing excitement, adventure, love, passion, yearning, searching, and expectation splattered the canvass of our love story adding texture to the abstract illustration.

While enrolled in premarital counseling class a pastor shared a story about a young couple struck by tragedy only weeks after their “I do’s” were spoken. A car accident rendered the husband paralyzed from waist to toe. The resolve of the young wife to honor and love the man she married never wavered. She nurtured him without complaint and worked both inside and outside their home. The pastor smiled as he announced that the couple would soon be celebrating 35 years of marriage and that the husband tirelessly bestowed praise on the wife of his youth who was a living example of platinum strength agape love. After hearing that touching tribute I thought “I will be that wife.”

Fast-forward nine years. I am not that wife. Boy those are tough words to type.

Tears swamped my jaded eyes only 12 hours after Jaime and I talked. My tears were not watery symbols of anger or displeasure with The Professor. Instead they were tears of self disappointment and failure. Three weeks ago the professor underwent extensive back surgery. The healing process crawls forward at a leisurely pace and although physical nerves are repaired emotional ones are, at best, frayed. I’m not that wife.

My exhaustion gets the best of me and ignoring James 5:9 I sometimes grumble. Sometimes I search for accolades. Sometimes I pout. And to make it worse my grumbling, pouting, and self-praise digging are not kept private. I flaunt them in front of The Professor, because I’m not that wife.

I’ve been a resident in my own “Perfectionists Anonymous” rehab center long enough to know that this thought process can be the first falling domino in a long line of self destructive behavior. Lamenting that I am not that wife, who by the way happens to be a women whom I have never met, hinders me from being the wife that God intends me to be to my husband.

I’m blessed that a forgiving heart beats in the chest of my Professor because I’m not perfect. Nor will I be. I’m the wife who makes mistakes that surpass burning toast and losing car keys. I’m the wife who gets angry, tired, and lonely.

I am also the wife who learns, albeit slowly, from her mistakes. I am the wife with a repentant heart. A heart that yearns to love as Christ loves and to forgive as Christ forgave. I am the wife who knows that her marriage is worth fighting for even if it means pummeling her own selfishness. I am the wife who is humbled so that her Father can be glorified. I am the wife who keeps trying, the wife who is driven to her knees beseeching assistance from the Perfect One. I am the wife who knows that only Christ can give her that platinum strength agape love she desires to give to the man who taught her that love is a choice.

Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity. Colossians 3:12-14, NIV.






14 comments:

karin said...

Thanks for sharing your struggles and your victories. No one, but Jesus, is perfect! He will continue to teach us until the day we are perfected in HIM. Blessings for learning to be the wife God has called you to be.

LauraLee Shaw said...

Do you hear the "Amen" shoutin over here? Fab post.

"I am the wife who knows that her marriage is worth fighting for even if it means pummeling her own selfishness."

Um, that would be ME...

Denise said...

Such a fantastic post.

He And Me + 3 said...

Great post and I am just thankful that we are not expected to be perfect...just forgiven.

Liz said...

This was a great post!

Cathy Davis said...

Awesome blog. *hugs*

Amanda said...

Your honesty here is amazing... and endearing.

Many blessings-
Amanda

Jenn said...

I can see why this is one of your favorite posts. I see myself in it! Thanks for sharing honestly and writing so beautifully.

angie said...

What a wonderful post. You sound like the perfect wife for your professor! :)

Melissa said...

Thank you for sharing...you are a talented writer.

Beth@Not a Bow in Sight said...

I can relate to this post on so many levels. Thank God for patient and enduring husbands!

God's girl said...

Beautiful, beautiful post:)

Heaven

Adventures In Babywearing said...

Oh this was really beautiful and honest. Thank you!

Steph

Mary Moss said...

Sadly, my dear, I am not that wife either. I wish I were. I wish I even came close, but alas I do not. I am working on it. I am trying very hard to honor my husband in the way he deserves. No he's certainly not perfect either, but I can't help wonder sometimes if he would be a "better" husband were I a "better" wife.

Thank you for your transparency.

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