When Did It Become Sweet?

"When I have learnt to Love God better than my earthly dearest, I shall love my earthly dearest better than I do now."

~ C.S. Lewis

I don't quite know when it happened.

Somewhere between October and now, sweetness slowly started to filter back into our marriage.

I know it's only been two months, but when you've been waiting for something for years, two months can seem like a awful large blessing. 

A few days ago I found myself smiling; smiling for no apparent reason other than I was happy.

That heavy weight I had been carrying around, the weight of an unbalanced marriage, the weight of pain, rejection, hurt, bitterness, somewhere I had slowly gotten rid of it.

Like an onion being slowly peeled, those emotions were no longer as forefront as they once were, and seemingly, without notice, were slowly being discarded.

I stood there in the middle of my kitchen, smiling and realizing why I was feeling happy, but not knowing when all this had happened.

I thought, I tried to go over moments that perhaps had "changed" everything, but nothing really stuck out. Life had carried on as usual, there was work, bills, baby caring, dirty laundry, dinners, all the regular, ordinary things.

Then I noticed something, something was missing.

Where were the fights? The angry words and feelings? Where was the rejection? The depression?

I could remember spats of course, little moments of thoughtlessness, or overtired snappings, but they had all been resolved quickly and well. 

I suddenly felt the impact of what we had been 'missing' and was surprised that I hadn't realized it sooner.

Things had just been so...peaceful. 

But just as parts of what had become our daily life were now gone, there had been some additions as well. 

I thought of my quiet-time, how even though lately I hadn't been doing my big hour-long every morning study, I still picked up my red little New Testament and read a chapter or so before sleeping.

I thought about how my "quiet season" of holding my tongue turned surprisingly into habit, that now keeping the more critical things from leaving my mouth was easier, and seeing my kindness being returned to me through little touches, gestures, smiles and laughter.

I thought of now when I feel impatient or an unwarranted snap, that now I respond to Husbands hurt questions with: "You're right, I'm upset because ______. I shouldn't be snapping, I'm sorry." and how it seems to immediately stop an argument from forming. 

And I pray. 

Constantly.

For my marriage, my husband, our life, our child. 

I try to cover him in prayer everyday, from everything to safe travel to spiritual warfare. 

Even when he's stressed I've started to hold him and tell him to be quiet, because I need to pray for him.

These things, have somehow come together to put the sweetness back into our marriage, and to be honest, I'm nervous. 

I'm so scared that it'll leave again, but I remind myself that I control my own actions, and I have a wonderful God who is fighting for this marriage with me.

This marriage has felt like such a long walk along a dark path, finally I'm starting to see the sunrise and I will praise God for it and do everything I can to preserve it. 

~ The GoodWife

When I Have No Strength Left

I pulled myself up from the floor. I could feel the carpet lines molded to my knees, and the red spot on my forehead where I had rested it on my hands.
My eyes were misty and I felt numb as I forced my way back to reality.

It had been one of those days, where I was so sore and so broken that I just could no longer stand.

I fell to my knees, lowered my head gently to the ground and just cried before my Father's throne. 
I had no strength left; and so I crumpled before my Savior and once again asked for the strength to just keep going. 

I love my Husband so very much, and he is worthy of my love and respect but this..boulder of resentment that he keeps chained around his neck chokes every good thing from our marriage.
I see how painful it is for him to drag around, I watch him wrestle with the demon regularly and weep for his suffering.

I have to be both his cheerleader and the one whom he hurts most. I must bear the pain of his resentment, the complete lack of intimacy or desire from him, I have to hold him when he hurts, and ignore my own pain. I have to smile and help him to keep going, while I rage on the inside, and act loving when I want to hurt him, just as much as he has hurt me. 

The part that grieves me the most is the fact that I cannot understand.

God knows I have tried; I have tried for years to just understand, so then at least I could be of some use.
But how can I understand that he loves me, yet has no desire for intimacy with me? How can I understand that he wants our marriage to work and be together, yet he refuses the one thing I ask? How can I understand that he is terrified of me walking out on him, and yet my emotional needs are still not made a priority?

He is either lying, and Lord please, do not let that be so.
Or I am not capable of understanding what he is going through.  

The last few days have been so hard, and one large nasty fight got the better of both of us, and though we forgave each other, the pain always lingers for a couple of days.
When I am hurting, I withdraw and become quiet. An odd trait, and extremely obvious for me, as "quiet" is not my personality.
Husband noticed, asked me if I was "alright." To which I responded: "I'm fine." (not maliciously or with any other intent, just that I wasn't "good", but I wasn't "awful", so I settled on 'fine')

Finally, the baby was asleep and he had to leave to head off to work. I was working on my schedule for the next couple of days and he stood before me.
The first thing I noticed was his eyes. Even when we were dating, it was his eyes and his smile that I fell in love with first.
But these eyes; they were sad, but more that that, they were mourning.

"I'm sorry" he said.

"What about?" I asked setting my schedule aside.

"For how shitty everything is..." He responded quietly.

I fell back to my old response of: "This isn't your fault, I know you're not hurting me intentionally, you can't apologize for something you cannot control, etc."

But this time he stopped me.

"No, this is my problem. Everything in our marriage could be wonderful, but if we cannot remove this thorn, then that's all we'll feel.
I have reason to worry you're going to leave if I can't get over this and I can't expect you to be ok with this, forever.  I am trying, but I'm going to try harder, I just feel hopeless sometimes, but to feel like it's hopeless is to admit defeat." His voice was low and sad, this was obviously something he'd been thinking about for a while.

I stood before him and put my hand on his arm: "I love you....so there's hope. We're both still here, so there's hope. There's always hope." I told him this, just as much as I told myself. 

After that, he left.

I closed the door, walked to the family room and fell to my knees.

I had done it, I had been strong for him, I said what I could and tried to leave him feeling somewhat encouraged, but it had taken everything in me.

I was empty, and the only place I could find more strength, I had to come to on my knees.

"The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in Him and I was helped; therefore my heart greatly rejoices, and with my song I will praise Him."
~ Psalm 28:7

~ The Good Wife

Dying to Self

Slowly it's getting easier.

I noticed it while I was fuming over washing dirty dishes, it was a Sunday and I had wanted to go to church, but was unable to because Husband had a previous commitment, even though I was annoyed I remembered my goals and came to an understanding that this was just life, and I would have to handle my disappointment.
Later I received a text telling me he was planning on going out afterwards, to his brother's church where he played on the worship team - this put me firmly into the "sunday all day/night alone with baby."

I was ticked - all I had wanted was a couple of hours in the morning to go to church, and now I was having to have another long, solo-parenting evening while Husband did what he wanted to.

I started to scrub the dishes harder.

Like there wasn't enough long days, and with the baby being, well...2, those days generally weren't filled with easy-goingness and happy times. It was work! Hard work! Not to mention keeping the house clean, getting laundry done, making special-diet meals and grocery shopping.

My pot was practically glowing by this point.

Finally I took a breath and I prayed: Lord, I am so frustrated and tired right now. Help me to check my attitude and focus on the good..

Slowly I started to feel that knot of annoyance loosen just a tad, suddenly I remembered all my prayers about Husbands spiritual life and praying that he would feel closer to God and have a better relationship with Him. How I had shed tears over his faith and being so worried that he was falling away.
I bowed my head and sighed.

Here I was, getting upset because he wants to go to Church. Shouldn't I be considering this as an answer to prayer, rather than an annoyance?

Finally my pride snapped, and I was able to let go of that anger that had started to boil inside.

Husband and I had, previous to this pot-washing incident, exchanged a quick phone conversation, and he knew by the tone of my voice that I was not in the best of moods, though when he asked, I denied it, of course.
Later that evening he came through the door, with his proverbial tail between his legs and clearly expected a row about the change in plans.
He casually asked how I was doing, (testing the waters, no doubt) and by that point I was actually able to be happy to see him and greet him with love and kindness.

Husband seems a little surprised, this was definitely not what he was expecting, and almost immediately he apologized for changing plans on the fly, and hoped that I wasn't upset.
Wow...this was a change!

A normal chain of events would have been:

• Change of plans
• I get mad
• Give husband cold treatment/guilt to get him to apologize
• Husband defends actions and digs in his heels
• I get hurt because he wouldn't apologize or consider my feelings
• Husband gets annoyed because I'm manipulating him
• We fight until midnight, sleep separately and have a horrible night and next day.

But I was able to circumvent this by simply "letting go."

It's still a struggle and I think for a long time, it will be - putting my will aside for another's is extremely difficult and doesn't come easily to my nature, but I'm seeing real changes in how my marriage works when I started changing my own behavior for my own sake. 

Please don't misunderstand, this is something I am doing for me. I am changing myself not to become quote/unquote perfect wife, but rather wanting to be a Godly woman, and part of that is practicing humility and self-control, and through that I am seeing positive results in my marriage.

It is a daily 'dying to self' and ever so slowly, I feel that, through much prayer and help from the Holy Spirit, that I am able to accomplish this more easily.
I don't know if I'm seeing more sweetness and kindness in my Husband, or if I'm finally able to focus on what was already there.

"Then said Jesus unto his disciples, if any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross and follow me. 

For whoever will save his life shall lose it; and whosoever will lose his life for my sake shall find it."

~ Matthew 16: 24-25 

My marriage is that dirty pot.
It's a good pot, a sturdy one that has gone through lots of wear and tear and has some dents in it, I just need to scrub it, not only see it for the burn marks, and the gunk stuck on it. I need to wash it, and care for it, and it should last for many, many years.


~ The Good Wife

The Straight Path

"Do you have any free time this evening?" I asked Husband, a couple of days ago.

"Yeah, I think so.." He responded offhandedly. "Why?"

"Because I'd like to talk."

"...talk? Talk about what?"

I already could hear the hesitation in his voice, he had been married to me long enough that when I asked to "talk" he knew I wasn't wanting to discuss the weather.

"I'd rather not get into it right now, but maybe when the baby's asleep?" I asked, avoiding his question.

Husband agreed, but I could read all sorts of emotions on his face, and I couldn't blame him. He was trying to mentally prepare himself for this 'talk' and had no idea what he was going up against. Was it going to be a grievance? A confession? A problem?

Needless to say, as soon as the baby was in bed, Husband was by my side wanting to know (or get it over with) our talk.

There were three things I wanted to discuss:

• His resentment
• Our therapist
• Our prayer life

We both knew at this point that resentment was the main underlying issue in our marriage, and when the therapist asked him how he was on a scale from 1-10 (ten being the highest) on how resentful he was 2 months ago, he said without thinking: "10".

Ouch.

Then she asked where he was now. This he had to think about for a bit before saying: "7-8".

That actually hurt me more - I was really hoping that it wasn't that high, but once I had found a chance to think about it, it was progress, so I should be realizing this as good news, instead of feeling discouraged that things weren't 'clipping' along at the pace I wanted. 

Having a spouse resent you is such a difficult emotion to process. I've found myself feeling very helpless to 'fix' anything. This is something he needs to work through and let go of himself.

I don't believe that I carry around much resentment for my Husband, and so I have a hard time understand his inability to just "let it go". A fact that I'm ashamed to say, has even caused me to speak those words in anger towards him. 

One of the things I am learning is that resentment, in our case, was built over time through actions and dirty fighting.

I am a dirty fighter, I fight to win and I have a very quick and sharp tongue. Husband is a slow processor, it's just his personality and he has always been this way; so when we get into an argument, before he's even had the chance to respond to my first attack, I've already cut him 5 more times, and he literally just shuts down because he cannot even begin to keep up, or be as nasty as I am.

Learning how to "fight fairly" and to settle a disagreement so "everybody wins" is like learning to speak a new language for me.

Things that I'm being taught have never even occurred to me, I'm finding it quite the learning curve, and just keep praying to remember what I have been taught the next time we get into an argument. 

Finally I gently brought up our prayer life.

Husband and I used to pray together when we were first married, then as things started to get worse in our marriage, when Husband was dealing with his depression, he sort of just fell away from God. 

It's not that he stopped believing or even attending church, he just found no comfort in God's Word and fell into this spiritual melancholy.

This is still an issue for him, so I was hesitant to bring up his spiritual life, very much not wanting to start another argument or have him feel that I'm harping on another issue. 

I very gently said that I'd like to start praying together, for our marriage.

That's it. 

He sat for a moment and thought (a habit I really need to learn from him) before telling me that he would be game for that, but he didn't want to pray aloud. He said he'd prefer it if I did. 

Immediately my back went up a little, I wanted him to pray, and I wanted him to pray with me, not just sit there while I prayed. 

Almost as quickly, I remembered my pledge to 'let go' and told him that I would be happy to pray for both of us, and as long as he was also praying, it didn't matter if he spoke or not. 

Now, I know this altercation doesn't look like much from the outside - but to me, this little conversation made my spirit glad. 

It was seeing my husband opening up to God again, it was me winning my inner battle for control, and together making a teeny, tiny step in the right direction. 

So yes, I rejoiced. 

We chatted about lighter things for a while, before I glanced up at the clock, it was 10pm and that was as late as I was going to talk. 

I get ridiculous the later at night it gets, I become weepy, overemotional and just get myself into the worst situations when I try to talk about deep, personal things with Husband late at night. 

So I was watching that clock, making sure that didn't happen again.  

"We should probably wrap this up for the night." I said, motioning at the clock.

"Yeah, alright....so do you want to pray?" 

I sat there for a couple seconds, surprised. I really didn't expect him to initiate time for prayer, in fact I wasn't even going to suggest it but Husband obviously felt like it was a good decision.
So we sat together, holding hands and I prayed for us as a couple, our marriage, as individuals and for our child. 
It was quick and it was sweet, and at the end of it I felt so much better and so much more hopeful. 

We are such a long. long way from a normal marriage, and our issues are big ones that we need to overcome.
But I'm starting to feel so hopeful again.

"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; 

in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight."
~ Proverbs 3:5-6 

~ The Good Wife

I'm Giving Up

I am.

I am giving up on fighting for the marriage I want. 
I have learned so much this week, the Lord has really been working on my heart and I've been having to do some serious digging that has left me bruised and sore.
One of the things I keep seeing is my absolute need for control.
I have a fantasy for what my marriage should look like - how I behave and how my husband reacts. I have clung to this vision for years and it has brought me nothing but sorrow and grief.

I have done more damage to my marriage through this single issue than all other problems combined.

I have a loving husband, who loves me, provides for my family and loves our daughter. He is kind and good, but he is not perfect, and I cannot seem to be able to handle that. 

This past week I have been pushing myself to work on my communication, to be quiet and listen - to filter my words and tone before speaking, and I have amazed myself at how little patience and grace I give my husband. 

Because I am censoring myself I have been able to take notice of every single time something nasty, negative or critical wants to fly out of my mouth. 

It happened multiple times a day, almost within every conversation I found myself biting my tongue, realizing that if I hadn't been purposefully stopping myself I would have been critical again. 

It has been eye-opening.

I have realized that my husband cannot live up to my standard, and that, in fact, no man can.

My standard for how I believe I should be loved at all times in impossible for any single man to do, and it is this standard that I keep trying to measure my husband up to, then become crushed when he does not fit my expectation. 

Only Christ can fill this expectation, only Christ can give me that peace and all-encompassing love that my soul desires, and I am killing my marriage by trying to turn my husband into Christ. 

So I am giving up.

My marriage will never be the fantasy I envision, my husband will never be the perfect man I expect, and I need to recognize the wonderful man that God has given me as my husband, and love him for the flawed person he is, as he loves me. 

Giving this up, absolutely, 100% terrifies me. Stepping away, giving my husband space, allowing him to actually be the person he is, and not control how he acts or behaves in this relationship scares me. 

That horrid little voice flares up filling my head with lies:

• If you don't control his affection, he will never show it to you.
• If you don't make him be the man you want, you'll never be happy.
• If you don't nag, parent and manipulate you'll never get what you want.
• If you let go, he will abandon you.

Those are my fears, seeing them in a neat list is a little bizarre when I think how each of these statements shake me to my core in fear.

And yet never has there been any proof to support any of these fears.

"I will love you so much, and cling to you, and suffocate you, and nag you and parent you, and make you do what I want, when I want, how I want, until death do us part."

And it's so wrong.

I need to let go, I need to find peace and love through Christ and stop forcing my fantasy on my husband.

I know what I need to do, now all I can do is pray to be brave enough to actually face my fears and conquer them. 

"Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross daily and follow Me.

For whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for Me will save it."

~ Luke 9:23-24

~ The GoodWife

Dare 7: If You Can't Say Something Nice...

How do I communicate about my husband to others and to himself?
I really do try very hard not to "husband-bash" even when I'm around other wives who do, and it's so easy to giggle with other ladies about something funny or forgetful your husband has done.
But I do try to keep my husband built up when talking to others about him, but is it for my own pride, or because I really actually am proud of my husband?

We actually had a conversation about this not too long ago; Husband thought that I diminish him when I speak to my family.
I communicate in a way that totally leaves him uninvolved.
Eg. "I am going to call so-and-so." or "I am going to finally clean out the basement, take the baby out, etc."

There isn't much "we" in my communication, and it really hurts him that I forget that it was actually both of us that did this, or organized that.
This is something that I have challenged myself to really work on this past month, that I purposefully involve him in all decisions and stop making "I" sentences when I really do mean "we".

Today I came home from a quick visit from a family members, walked into the house and felt completely and totally overwhelmed.
Our schedule was hectic, the baby had been sick, Husband was getting sick and our tiny home felt more like a pig sty than a home.

I trudged up to the bedroom and found Husband relaxing, I told him I was feeling overwhelmed and our house was a bomb, and that I just didn't have the energy to deal with it.
He encouraged me to just relax and do it later - but I cannot relax in a messy house (I'm just built that way) and I didn't want him to help as I knew he was feeling sick.

I changed and gave myself a mental shake, this needed to get done now!

The baby was napping and now was optimal cleaning time, slowly I started chipping away at the cleaning when my dish washing was interrupted by a knock at the door; our elderly neighbour had stopped by to ask Husband if he would help her set up her internet and phone.
Even though Husband was tired, and feeling crappy he agreed right away and made plans to stop by this evening to hook up her internet.

I got back to work on the kitchen and encouraged Husband to rest, he told me he felt badly that I was working so hard while he relaxed.
In that moment I was overwhelmed and tired and grumpy, so I asked him to send off an email for me. Something menial, but something that I had avoided doing.

He was happy to do it and sent it off right away, he also just put a few things away that had been hanging around my kitchen for weeks driving me nuts that needed to be put on a top shelf.

Husband had done really, just a few little things, but even in doing those tiny things felt like he had taken a huge burden off of me.
I remembered to thank him right away and tell him how much I appreciated his help.

I had been so tempted to just buckle under the frustration and exhaustion, and feel like I had to do everything.
But I remembered this verse:

"Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those whose listen." 

~Ephesians 4:29 

Lord, keep my mouth from unwholesome talk, and help me to build up my husband with my words!

~ The GoodWife

Fighting the Good Fight and Respect

Do I respect my husband?

Off the cuff I'd say "yeah, of course I do." I respect and trust him, I affirm him and are submissive to him.
In fact, the mental image of myself is quite squeaky clean and very 'Proverbs 31', that is, until reality hits and I stop respecting, affirming and submitting.

I have been following Nina Roesner's blog for a while now, as well as the peacefulwife's blog who very much recommends Nina's writing.
So when I found out she had written a new book, and that it was directed at women to feel closer to God and their husbands, I ordered it.

Now this was back in July I'm ashamed to say.

I started the Respect Dare, followed religiously for a good...6 days. Yup. Out of 40, I did 6.
It's embarrassing really.
But I am back and trying to pick it up again and keep going, last time I put it down was because at that point I just couldn't even think about respecting my husband, or focusing on him rather than myself.
I figured, I had enough of my own issues as does our marriage and I just couldn't read about ways to "fix it" because doing something like showing respect didn't really seem like it'd do much, frankly.

As I was tidying up my desk, something slipped out of one of my many notebooks (I'm a journal hoarder) and fell to the floor.
I picked it up and slowly read my own familiar writing:

"I am a calm, well-balanced woman. 
I do not stress about the future, because I have assurance in God's provision.
My husband feels loved and respected by me.
I am organized and do not eat the bread of idleness.
I am humble and give my way often and happily.
My faith is strong and fruitful because of the daily time I spend with God.
I rely on the Lord alone for my happiness, not expecting others to make my emotions a priority."

I felt tears prick my eyes, there she was.

The woman I wanted to be.

She was faithful, loving, godly, understanding and lovely.

Everything I was not.

Then I remembered why I had written this, and where it had come from.
In the first few chapters you're encouraged to write your purpose statement. It doesn't have to be who you are right now, in fact it's probably the farthest thing from the truth, but it gave you the vision of who you wanted to be.
The light at the end of the tunnel.

I had forgotten it. Forgotten my vision, my focus, and I'm starting to feel strong enough to pick myself up and strive for my goal.

"I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept my faith." ~ 2 Timothy 4:7

I will keep fighting and keep racing until I have won.

~ The Good Wife