I have really felt convicted of blessing my husband recently. Let me explain…I love my husband dearly. I am so glad that we are married, but some days I could just wring his neck for not listening (selectively) or leaving stacks of mail everywhere. It sounds so silly but you know those little things? The ones that drive you NUTS?! If only he helped out with the laundry more…if only he swept the floor… Before long those little things have added up to a lot of irritation.
As a working mom, I get so burnt out of working all day and then feeling like I need to cook a good meal and have the house in order. While I cannot imagine the amount of energy required to be a stay at home mom and always be on duty, I feel like some days I have two jobs. Let’s just be honest, while my husband absolutely helps out around the house, he doesn’t notice the dog hair on the floor or the dishes in the sink…and if he does, it just doesn’t bother him.
The point is I have been dwelling on those little things and feeling like I have too much on my plate. It hit me in the face this weekend how wrong my mindframe has been. My husband went out of town to an ultimate frisbee tournament and was not able to pack until the very last minute. Several of the jerseys he needed had to be washed at about 11 pm the night before and he had to be up before 6 am. “Not my problem” was kind of my attitude. He didn’t expect me to do it, but I did not go out of my way to help. He was getting a weekend alone and could have planned earlier…right??
I took that time Saturday night to get ahead on laundry after the kids were in bed. (Don’t even ask me how many loads I had once I realized how long ago I realized I had worn some of those outfits). That’s when I realized what a blessing I could have been. Yes, I have a lot on my plate…yes, I am tired…but I could have planned ahead and had things washed…or offered to pack the ice chest with water and gatorade…or asked him what he needed. My husband is very independent and certainly does not need (or want) his wife to pack his suitcase, but I realized that I had missed an opportunity to put his needs before mine. Even if I left piles of laundry undone, I could have made sure all of his athletic shirts were ready…something.
Maybe you can’t identify with my example or think it silly, but hopefully you can agree how important it is to find ways to show your husband that he is loved, cherished, and blessed. This has really been on my heart and I felt led to share it. Our husbands works so hard, too, and who doesn’t love to be admired and respected?
Feel free to list any ways you think of to bless husbands!