Last week I bombarded Mike with my frustrations and disappointments in our marriage. I literally sent a message to him of the things I hate.
We are not a perfect couple like most of you might think. We fight every now and then and usually it involves me getting stressed out of taking care of everything while he lounges and watch NBA then sleeps on the couch.
But what bugs me really is through out the seven years that we are together he is the hardest person to wake up. Most of the time I had to nag and throw a rebellious act just so I could get him moving.
I also asked him too many times already to pick up after his mess or help out since I don’t have a yaya. But he is used to having one and he knows I cannot stand the mess and will clean up eventually, he intentionally forgets doing chores.
I knew this has to stop or else it will soon affect our entire partnership. I told him that I don’t feel like I am his wife anymore. I see myself as a domestic helper whom they can boss around and do the dirty job for them. Yes, I say “them” because Ryry was part of this.
I feel worthless. Low. Depressed.
What else could I possibly do? I tried asking them nicely, I tried getting mad, still no changes in their attitude.
So I started praying. Held a book and read the most effective way of praying.
I threw in some Bible verses to my husband, started telling him that this isn’t how God shaped us as man and woman. We are supposed to be a team.
Then I slowly see things change. He became more aware of his shortcomings. Trying so hard to clean up and help me with things but more importantly he started talking about our ministry as husband and wife.
One morning he told me he prayed the night before and told God that his wife is far from perfection but is perfect for him.
Last night we prayed together. Knowing Mike, he would force me to lead because he’s unsure of what to say, but he led me. I was so surprised but more of happy knowing that if we continue this I knew we are in for the happiest days of our lives.
He told God these words:
Lord, if not for my wife’s godly ways, I wouldn’t have believed in you. She’s my guardian angel.
It’s probably true that a woman is a man’s crown. Most priced possession. Spiritual counterpart. Intellectual coequal.
She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come.
She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue. She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idlenss. Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: “Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all.”
Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
Pray for our family still — that my husband, the father of my kids, will continue to lead us in righteousness.