GIRLS RULE!!

"A husband may be the HEAD but the wife is the NECK."

Two Scriptures popped out at me in my Daily Bible reading.  Within those verses, the word "FOR" stood out like it was highlighted among the passages.

King Jehoram:

^{2 Chronicles 21:5-6}

⁵ Jehoram was thirty and two years old when he began to reign, and he reigned eight years in Jerusalem.

⁶ And he walked in the way of the kings of Israel, like as did the house of Ahab:  FOR he had the daughter of Ahab to wife: and he wrought that which was evil in the eyes of the Lord.

The next passage was

2 Chronicles 22:2-3

² Forty and two years old was Ahaziah when he began to reign, and he reigned one year in Jerusalem. His mother's name also was Athaliah the daughter of Omri.
³ He also walked in the ways of the house of Ahab: FOR  his mother was his counsellor to do wickedly.

What kind of wife or mother will you be?

I WILL WAIT FOR YOU

This morning while reading in 2 Chronicles, I read the story of a King of Judah named Asa.  He was in a battle against an Ethiopian army that he couldn't conquer on his own.  He had 580,000 warriors and the Ethiopian army had 1,000,000 plus 300 chariots.   He cried out to GOD for help and GOD came in and defeated the Ethiopian army.   Later in life, King Asa's walled city was surrounded by another army and he reached out to his fellow king instead of calling on the LORD again.  Then he got diseased in his feet and the Bible says specifically that "..in his disease he sought not to the LORD, but to the physicians."  

2 Chronicles 16:9 "For the eyes of the LORD run to and fro throughout the whole earth, to shew himself strong in the behalf of them whose heart is perfect toward him..."

I am convinced that if Asa had only asked, the LORD would have answered and brought deliverance and healing.  

We have a Heavenly Father who is WAITING to give us what we need.  He has open arms.  He is longing to show HIS glory in your situation.

I wrote this song this morning for someone to hear the love HE is ready to share.

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COUNSELING WITH A YOUNG MOM AND WIFE

I took one look at her and I was saddened.  Her eyes were swollen from her apparent extensive crying.  Her hair was flat and stringy.  She sat in front of me angry and flustered.  Her deep loud breaths were one of the many signs that she needed help, and needed it now.  I didn’t even have to ask what was wrong.  She burst into tears and blurted out, “It’s not fair.”  I watched closely as the bitter tears began to fall again.    “I never get a break.  He gets to do whatever he wants whenever he wants.  If I want a day off, I have to do it on his schedule.  I never get to have “ME” time.  I never get to go do my own thing.  I’m tired.  I’m just sick of it all.”  A part of me understood and felt pity on her.  Another part of me was embarrassed for her.  She was a mess.  

I continued to listen as her list of wants and needs grew longer and longer.  The more she talked the less she cried.  She became defiant as she began to state things such as, “I don’t deserve this.  I deserve to be happy.”  My mind kept thinking of her two young children.  But the thoughts were interrupted by more ranting, “Everyone else gets to go have Girls-Night-Out.  I never get to do anything like that.  All I do is clean everyone else’s messes.”  By this time, I knew she had crossed the boundary of truth.  Her emotions were out of control and her brain was no longer filtering the truth from the lies.  

I was going to interject but then she had a Honey-Do-List that wasn’t complete and had to tell me about that also.  The majority of the things that she was saying were things that she could do herself or minor things that shouldn’t even be brought up.  It was like she had an agenda to make him fail so that she had an excuse to be upset.  I secretly held back laughter that she was this passionate about expressing such trivial matters.  Yet she continued.  The bedroom?  She went there.   

I couldn’t take it anymore.  I’d had enough.  “YOU NEED TO GET OVER IT.” I said.  I couldn’t believe I just said that.  I don’t think she believed it either.  She sat silent and stunned.  

“You are so selfish.  All you do is nag and whine.  Do you really think your husband or anyone else wants to be around you?  You’re thinking of yourself too much.  When’s the last time you fasted more than what was asked of you?”  I put myself in her husbands shoes and began to speak from her husband’s perspective.  

“I need a safe place to come home to.  I need a wife that isn’t shutting me out with her nagging and depression.  I want to come home and relax.  I’ve been fighting all day, not physically but spiritually; fighting for my salvation.  Today, everywhere I went I was being pulled upon.  I was being called and drawn to lust.  God put a drive inside of me that I can’t help.  I’m being attacked just because I’m male.  I went to get gas.  I was seduced at the check-out.  I ordered my food and was inundated with temptation as a song played.  I drove down the road and I was directed to engage my mind in my own pleasure.  I went to the mall and I couldn’t even walk straight without being offered -not just a glimpse but a buffet of skin, flesh and cleavage.

I’m fighting all day to keep my eyes guarded so that my soul can be pure and my mind can be saved for you.  I chose you.  I married you.  But when I come home to you, you’re distracted.  You push me away.  You use our time together to tell me how hard life is for you.  Or how your work is so frustrating.  Or how the kids were so disruptive that you need a break from life.  You leave me with my temptations and worries.  I can’t express them to you because you’re so emotional and unstable that you can’t handle them.  You only judge me when I express my temptation instead of helping me and guiding me.  

Can you love me?  Can you be happy for me?  Can you make our home a place where I can be safe from temptation.  I can’t even go to the House of God and be free from skin and cleavage.  I want to rest.  I want to relax.  My soul is weary.  I buy you massages and pedicures, but it would not be ok for me to pay a woman to touch me.  That’s why I ask you to do it.  I need you.  Please don’t push me away.  I know I don’t deserve it.  I’ve messed up.  I’ve failed you.  I’ve been immature.  Please pray for me and support me as I’m learning.  

In the past you’ve tried to push spirituality on me as a way to get me to do the things you want me to do.  It goes far beyond that.  God is the answer, but not in the way that you think.  You are the example of Love that I need.  Husbands are won by the “Conversation” or “Lifestyle” of their wives.  Will you be Jesus to me?”

There were more tears.  I hoped I made the right choice to confront her.  I didn’t plan to say what I said.  It just came out that day.  I would like to think it was Divinely Inspired of God for wives and mothers much like this one.    

I got up from the mirror that day and I’d like to say I’ve been perfect.  I haven’t.  I have failed as a mother and a wife.  But inside my soul I know that I am only happy when I am serving my husband, my children and others.  

Albert Schweitzer once said, “The only ones among you who will be really happy are those who have sought and found how to serve.”

Always schedule time for Self-Care but never Self-Pity!  Lori Green