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One of my male Blogger friends reminded me after yesterdays post - - That Life, work, and testosterone get in the way of a MAN’s spirit sometimes, and yes men do at times get irritated at their wives. Each spouse has different takes on the event. He feels lack of respect and she feels a bit less than love shown. In the end forgiveness is the key to peace.
My own memory was jogged a bit as I considered my own selfishness and loosing my own patience many times. Here follows a true story that you may identify with. We all are able to learn if we have a teachable spirit and are able to become quick to apply truth.
Patience is a Virtue Learned
Many years ago, we had moved to a new house on the hill that was about four miles from out church. Our children were in their late teens and early 20s, and our two daughters still living at home with us, had their own jobs and transportation.
My husband and I had gone to the Wednesday night service at our church, just the two of us. The service was over and I was talking to one of our friends because we were planning an event soon to happen. Robert said to me, “Come on I need to go home.”
I replied, “Give me another minute.” - - I should have understood that tomorrow was a big day at work for him, and he needed his sleep, but I was busy talking.
I love my husband dearly and he is a wonderful man, but there is one virtue that he did not have, and that was “Waiting.” He to this day still hates to wait in line at the store, and if the line is too long, I have known him to leave without purchasing anything.
Patience was not my husband’s best attribute, but that night he learned a lesson by experience. Some times you can learn by being instructed, but other times you learn by experience. Perhaps I needed to learn a lesson too.
Anyway, there were several couples still at the church, and my husband thought to himself, “I am sure that someone will give her a ride home,” so he jumped in our car and took off without me. Now this was not the first time he had left me somewhere, and as soon as I understood what had happened, I decided that this would be the last time.
Most everyone at church had left, and my friend and I finished our planning. I gathered my things and started to leave the church. One of the fellows realizing what had occurred said, “Hey, let me give you a ride home.” I was a bit angry at that point, so I blurted out ”No thank you, he must have want me to walk home, so walk home I am going to do.”
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Arriving at their place, I let myself in, and rested for probably thirty minutes, then I decided it was time to go home. Taking the trail along the freeway, I hiked back to our overpass that would take me home.
Very quietly I readied for bed and slipped carefully under the covers. Strong arms entwined around me and a soft voice said, “How did you get home?” I replied, “I walked home, isn’t that what you wanted me to do when you left me.” His soft voice continued, “I will never leave you again.” “Do you promise?” I asked. His reply was, “Yes I promise,”
We never spoke of this again, but - - My lesson was to be ready when he says, “Let’s go.”
His lesson was arrived at by an experience, and true to his word, he has never left me again.
Linking up with Tracy at Winsome Wednesday
With Wednesday with Jennifer at: God-Bumps and God-Incidences