Better to live on a corner of the roof than share a house with a quarrelsome wife Proverbs 21:9 NIV

If my husband doesn’t walk around behind me, turning the lights off, they would stay on permanently. Apparently, I am incapable of flipping the switch. When he’s out at night working, I will sleep with all the lights on. I can even sleep with our bedroom light on.
and it makes.him.crazy.

He, on the other hand loses misplaces his wallet c.o.n.s.t.a.n.t.l.y.
and it makes.me.crazy.

Enough to divorce over?
No, but it doesn’t help.

It’s the little annoyances that create discontent. Discontent is what we use to justify the behavior that leads to the behavior that gets us in a position where we’re talking about stupid things like divorce and custody and separation.

Whether we want to admit it or not, it starts with the little things and grows from there.  The “big” offense is usually padded with something like, “well, he’s so irresponsible anyway, I have to find his wallet for him ever single day.”

See how that works?

I’m not perfect. My husband is not perfect.
Guess what? You’re not perfect either.

Give some grace. Show compassion. We do it for strangers, yet we’re so demanding and unforgiving about the little things when it comes to the ones we love the most.

I don’t know why.

But I know it makes me nuts that his glass can’t seem to make it to the sink, let alone the dishwasher. It makes it to the edge of the sink on the counter. and no further.

and that’s if it made it out of his office. *sigh*

and i want to scream.

Why? I don’t know. It doesn’t matter where the glass ended up. It’s still going to get clean. Why do I waste precious time and focus on the negative? Why do you?

Think about it and start to change. Start to let things that don’t matter – not.matter.
Because they really don’t matter.

Is a glass worth it?

Lord God in heaven, sometimes I need a whoopin when it comes to the little things. I need to learn that they just don’t matter. I need to remember that my marriage is worth so much more than where a glass is placed or where a wallet is laid. God teach me grace through this. Teach me to show him the same consideration I show a complete stranger in my home.

 

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