In the past couple of days I’ve received phone calls, messages, and texts from half a dozen women who need comfort, help, or love. Some of them I hadn’t heard from in months or years. I like them all. They are wonderful ladies.
Here is a conversation between my husband and me:
Me: It’s like God is doing something. Like he wants me to love and care about these women. But I suck at that.
Ron: Maybe God isn’t satisfied with you sucking at that.
Me, looking very dejected: Yuck! When God isn’t satisfied with me sucking at things, it’s usually painful.
Ron: It’s less painful depending on your obedience.
Me: Thanks, honey. You’re so helpful.
He was right. I know he’s right. Again. And sometimes I hate when he is right. I don’t like when I’m wrong and he’s right, but most times I’m grateful to have this man in my life.
My husband speaks truth to me, gently calls me on things when I’m wrong, and encourages me to let the Holy Spirit change me as I do the next right thing.
I am loved. I am grateful.
And in case you are wondering, yes, I do the same for him.