We will be posting occasionally about our ongoing struggles. May you see our failures (You are not alone.) and God’s grace (He is our ever-present help.)
My husband, Rob, has been gone for five days at the general assembly in Virginia Beach. I have been here: feeding our children, mopping out the leaky refrigerator, and playing church switchboard operator.
At these times, the Evil One (aided and abetted by my own sinful heart) prowls around the edges of my days. He is the ancient enemy of God’s people, and his tricks are not new. When my husband returns from doing ministry---whether four days in another state or four hours at a meeting---I always face the same attack.
When Rob walks back in the door tonight, my first thought will be, “what about me?” I always think: now that he is home, I should get my turn for fun, or sleep, or mocha lattes. I think: why doesn’t he take the kids, plan a date night, bring me flowers? I mentally list all the things I’ve done for him in his absence and tally the bill I believe he ought to pay. I struggle.
If that’s my sin, then this is the part of the post where I’m supposed to describe how I killed this particular sin. Killed, past tense, of course. Sadly, I can’t do that, but I offer here two lifelines of grace that help (when I remember to grab them):
- First, I remind myself that my husband was gone because he was laboring. His meetings may have been under sunny skies, but he was still working. This helps my team perspective—both of us are completing different tasks for the same goal.
- Second, I look to Christ. Who gave up more with less sense of entitlement than Christ Himself? “Though He was rich yet for your sake became poor” (2 Corinthians 8:9)—meditation on my Savior is strength for the fight.
What's your lifeline?