Submissive – Who me?

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Usually I am very submissive to my husband. If we are shopping and in the middle of our excursion, and he says, let’s go home, I know he is experiencing some weakness so without hesitation we head for home.

I have learned not to question, when he makes a decision, and I go along with it, even when I prefer to do something else. Talking back has never got me anywhere, and it is not worth the hassle of having an upset husband - - - But there were a few occasions when I needed to speak up and I refused to be submissive, this story is about one of those times..

My sweet husband and I had gotten up very early that morning to travel the 75 miles to the HMO where he was to have a procedure down his throat to see if there was something out of sorts. The nurse sprayed a liquid down his throat that Robert said tasted awful. They also hooked him up to an IV and told him that they were giving him a mild sedative that would not put him out, but would take the edge off the examination.

The process went well, and they determined a small pocket was at times catching food but he could live with it and there was no cancer or other problems.

After a time of rest, the nurse said he could get dressed, and she gave him some instructions.

She said that due to the fact that in his system there remained enough medication that could be recognized as DUI. She told him, “You are NOT to drive for 24 hours - - do you promise me that you will not drive?”  He was not listening well !!

I was there and heard the entire set of directions that she gave him.  

Robert put his clothes back on, and the hospital required that you must be escorted to your car in a wheel chair, so that is what we did, then we were ready to leave.

On the way home, we stopped at Jack in the box for a quick lunch. Across the way there was a Starbucks, so I told my husband that I would walk over and get us a Frappe-chino to share. Then he asked for his keys so he could sit in the car and wait for me.

I stepped over to Starbucks, gave the cashier my order and waited. for our drinks.

Now you must understand that I often hear from the Lord. Not out loud mind you, but in my spirit.

God began to tell me that when I returned to the car, that my husband would tell me he was going to drive home. (Usually I would submit and say Okay) Then God said, “If you allow him to drive, he will place his life and yours in jeopardy, so do not permit him to drive.”

I left the store and I could see my husband standing by the driver’s door. Sure enough he said, “I am fine and I will drive us home.” Immediately, I spoke up, “I am sorry, but I cannot allow you to drive, do you remember that the nurse told you not to drive for 24 hours?” His reply was, “I don’t remember her saying that,” but he calmly walked to the passenger side and got in.

As we continued our drive, Robert settled down, and slept most of the way home.

There is a time to submit to your husband but it is always better to submit to the voice of God.

Ephesians 5:21 (NIV) Submit to one another out of reverence for Christ.

This post is linked to Faith Barista Jam Thursdays
Also linked to Laura’s, Brag on God Friday