On Day Three of the workshop, we are to promote a post on our blog. I will be attempting to do this through Facebook and through our Email contacts.
There are few times where my husband has imposed his will upon mine, but they stand out in our marriage as times where the mighty hand of God was moving.
One such instance occurred on a cozy winter evening while I was cuddled up with my plans for the week ahead. Our monthly Women’s Fellowship was just a few days away with the promise of refreshment and encouragement. As I contemplated that evening, I pictured the day that would follow it and our drive into God’s glorious snow-covered mountains.
As I savored these delightful plans, my husband broke into my reverie and announced we would have to leave for the mountains a day earlier. “This would not work,” I thought. “Women’s Fellowship is that evening.” I was sure once I explained this to him, he would agree to resume our original plan.
However, my husband refused to budge. He insisted we travel up with one of the other families. In my mind, nothing could be more important than Women’s Fellowship! We argued the benefits of each one’s viewpoint, but in the end I reluctantly agreed with my husband. The words of Ephesians 5:22-30 echoing off the wall of my mind. The Submission passage. Wives submitting to husbands as to the Lord.
Submission is one of those spiritual attitudes that sticks in the mind and gets clogged on its way to the heart. My heart wrestled hard against the idea of leaving one day early. With legs of lead, I headed to the bedroom, mentally packing for the snow.
A few days later as we journeyed with the other family up the winding, dark mountain road, my husband discovered we had a few car issues. Not enough gas–and chains that did not fit. Rounding a bend in the road, we spotted a beacon of light–an open gas station nestled in the mountain.
We all pulled in, the other husband shaking his head, amazed and amused. They were always prepared and here was our family–ill-equipped, yet bailed out. The gas station closed as we maneuvered our now well-equipped cars onto the road. It wasn’t long, however, before our friend’s car encountered serious mechanical problems.
As his engine sputtered, we searched for a safe pullout snug against the mountains. While the husbands poked their heads under the car’s hood, I flipped on the overhead light, and turned to play with our cherub-faced toddler in the back car seat.
I could see our friend shaking his head again–this time in disbelief. Our befuddled friend asked my husband the question lurking in his mind, “How does an ill-prepared family such as ours get bailed out while his family, who was well prepared, struggle up the mountain?
He knew we had a different relationship with the Lord than he and his family. The questions were coming fast, and my husband had the opportunity to share with him about the Lord’s great provision when we humans are weak.
The rest of the weekend was flooded with questions about the Lord, our Bible Study, our community of believers, the foundation for how we believed. For our friends, this was their beginning of a journey with Jesus.
When I looked back on that weekend, I wondered what would have happened if we had stayed behind the extra day so that I could be filled with Jesus at the women’s gathering? I would have been filled, but what about our friends?
For me, that weekend was a lesson on how Submission meets Love when I choose to obey the Lord. I can’t say that I always follow the lesson learned, but that I have to relearn it often as I have a strong-willed, independent, only-child streak that runs through my thinking.
“Wives submit to your husbands as to the Lord.” Ephesians 5:22“Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her…” Ephesians 5:25
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This is the first day of a 31-day workshop on how to become a better blogger. So, you might see some of my projects posting here in my blog.
The first assignment was to write a pitch about your blog–it’s called an elevator pitch. Something to catch the reader’s eye or listener’s ear quickly. Interesting, yet to the point. Here is my description:
My blog is designed to encourage and inspire other Christian women with experiences from my personal life and Scripture verses that correlate to the post. I enjoy writing from my heart about the ways I have experienced the Lord’s presence in my life, hoping to help others find Him right by their side as well. Sprinkled throughout my blog are anecdotes, family stories, amusing moments with our dog, Chip, and relational issues to name just a few. I also like to cap my posts with a photo that captures the heart of the post. Blogging helps me to network with other Christian women and share our experiences, our goals, our visions. As a writer, I hope to inspire other Christian women on this earthly journey with the Lord.
That’s the long elevator pitch. And the short one came to me as I was writing this:
From My Heart to Your Heart
Looking forward to your suggestions, insights, and guidance.
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Blustery, cool May days blew across this desert yesterday. Unseasonal for this time of year when temperatures hover in the high 90s. How refreshing for us desert dwellers. A few more days before the 6-month summer highs hit. Still time to enjoy lavish flowers, spin around on the freshly mowed lawn, bake one more sweet cake, and cuddle on the sofa. Wrapped in spring’s sweet memories, I give thanks today on Multitude Monday: 11. for cool days to start the month of May 12. for the orange loaf cake, warm from the oven~Mother’s recipe. 13. for fertilizer on a spring lawn 14. for Communion at Church–Your life to us 15. for Christian sisters gathering to make Mother’s Day Baskets for the refugees 16. for a class to improve my writing 17. for my husband’s support, encouragement, and love 18. for all the things my Tom fixed around the house this weekend 19. for our pastor’s teaching yesterday on having a grateful heart–it’s amazing the way You tie things together in our lives. 20. for meeting a friend’s wide-eyed precious little grandchildren 21. for giving purpose to my life, because without a purpose or vision, we perish
22. for the dishwasher still working