Friday night I did a rare thing for me, I’m sorry to say.
I asked my husband some questions to learn more about him.
I say I’m sorry, because I don’t do this nearly enough.
It was a simple enough question, “If I were to give you any gift, one you would truly like, what would it be?’
Maybe your man would say something like a fishing trip, a smart looking watch or a large screen tv.
Mine said, “food”.
So simple, yet something he really enjoys.
So, dropping my net (I sound like one of Jesus’ disciples don’t I? Actually I was scooping leaves off the bottom of the pool!), I headed off to the grocery store to make my man some food.
It was a wonderful night and I could tell he felt very loved!
Come Saturday, having tickets to Women of Faith, I headed out early. Returning at dinner time I found my man and daughter had spent the day together working in the yard…and they were still smiling. They had actually enjoyed it!
As Greg headed up the stairs to clean up, he made a joking comment, “We got Madi a new piercing today.”
To the normal person, they would know that was a joke, but for me, it was a stab.
It was a stab because I didn’t hear the words my husband-who-loves-me said. Instead I heard, “Madi and I joked around today at how conservative you are”, which is not at all what my wonderful husband said.
So, as my man cleaned his body, I dirtied my heart. Simmering the meat on my cook top, my heart and mind simmered too. Soon I too was going right up those stairs, all the while saying to myself, “Just express your thoughts honestly but calmly . You can do this!”
Here’s the deal: I did express my thoughts honestly and calmly too. Here’s the bad part: I had let my mind steal my peace and the watery eyes proved it.
I let my anxious thoughts weigh me down, allowing me to get to the point where unless I got it off my chest, there was going to be no peace. Seeing the anxiety on my face didn’t set the conversation up for the best possible results.
Proverbs 12: 25 says “An anxious heart weighs a man down, but a kind word cheers him up.”
Peace has to be won in the early stages; at the point where a thought tries to intersect with my heart. Here, we have to take these anxious thoughts and intersect them, instead, with the Holy Spirit.
I wonder what would have happened Saturday night, had a followed through with listening to the Holy Spirit? Might we have talked later, when I wasn’t emotional? Maybe the Holy Spirit would have revealed to me that my husband was just being jovial and had no intention of making fun of me? I only wish I had stopped and listened.
What anxious thoughts do you allow to intersect with your heart? How can you be intentional about listening to the Holy Spirit and the peace He brings today?