Not About Me, Not About You
It’s about us, and “us” includes our author, and a mighty fortress is our God!
I don’t know how it happened, but we, John and I, got crossways this morning. Over money. Sort of. Maybe.
Or maybe it was about deeper issues, like his need to “get excited about giving” (his words) and mine to “get excited about saving.” Seems pretty straightforward – we balance each other, help each other.
Or, as is the case when Satan gets his way, our differences become his strengths. Our filters came into play: mine that says any miser can save and money is to be shared and enjoyed; his that says any imbecile can spend and money goes in the bank where it belongs.
Ideally, we put both these filters where they belong–in the trash, and seek God’s word on every aspect of money. Better still, we simply seek God, and as always when we do, these things looming so large and untenable, become quite insignificant.
I am quiet inside, basking in revelation upon revelation: John wasn’t mad at me, he was frustrated and rightly so; his personality and background are not something I have to be frustrated about, as God has shown that even when Satan gives it his best shot, it only turns to our good; I am going to start a savings victory booklet beginning with the book I asked the library to get for me, rather than ordering it ($17.00 saved). After that comes the burritos for tonight that I’m making homemade salsa for, rather than running to the store for salsa and no doubt much more (easy $15.00 saved). I think again of how God heard and answered my (and no doubt John’s) prayers and rejoice that in Him, even mistakes are not really mistakes, just opportunities to grow and kick the enemy in the teeth. Always and in all things, He seeks and delivers our good.
It is SO much our good for me to realize that any discord between us, two people He decreed to be one flesh, grieves His heart. I don’t like pain, I REALLY don’t like hurting John, but when it comes to grieving our Lord, I’m simply not going there again.
I heard my worst self muttering (out of John’s hearing) “If you want to be a (you fill in the blank), fine. Two can play that game, and I’m better at it than you are.” That’s right. I am. What an accomplishment, right? I repented of my sorry attitude only to go right back there with more nonsense not worth sharing or remembering.
But the good news continues, taking precedent over the bad, as I choose and decree it to be so. Things to be quite glad about: I didn’t say ugly things to John. I recognized their source and repented over and over. I chose forgiveness. I prayed God would handle it (and of course, He did). Each time I was tempted to revisit John’s words, I spoke aloud: “Love does not EVEN consider a wrong suffered.”
“I will trust in You. I will trust in You. Amen.”
P.S. I will re-read my book, The Maker’s Marriage, and suggest you do the same if you recognized yourself in any part of this post. Thanks so much for letting me share with you.
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