Why is it that we the church goers and those that do not go to church or love God share the same divorce rate? Is there something that we all share and are doing together that we aren't supposed to be doing? I think there is...
We are all married to the idea of being married. Because if we were really married to the men and women in our lives, we would talk to them, solve problems with them, cry with them, laugh with them, hug them, kiss them, cuddle, constructively criticize them, encourage them, guide them, share chores with them, surprise them, and compliment them, not just in private but in public. But most of us either do not have the time, or do not see the need to do this. Everyday that you do not acknowledge your husband or your wife takes away something that can never be replaced, or if it's ever replaced, will not look the same.
Take sometime and let him know that you can both get through it if you gave it one more chance. Take sometime and declare war against every friend, family member and co-worker who is bringing division in your home. Take sometime and lock that door from the inside, talk to your wife, take a hold your husband's hand and look into those eyes. Apologize like you mean it. Compliment those curves and appreciate her. Hand him some clean socks and plant a reassuring pat on his back. He will not forget. Feed him like your own baby...not spoon feed (only works for babies). Appreciate that he comes home straight from work, appreciate that he chooses to spend Saturday night with you, and not with the boys. Acknowledge that she chooses to save the $10 dollars to get your favorite steak.
Remember why you chose him in the first place. Do not forget why she chose you. Do not abandon the wife of your youth. Remember the smile on his face when you told him yes? Work hard to get back there. That first time, when all you could see was him. That first time she touched your arm. Remember those days. Go back there, and start afresh. It is well worth it.
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