My wife called me at work. She called me to warn me. See, we recently moved into a new home. We did some painting, but we're well aware that more work is needed in time. Time being the key word.
She called me to warn me that the bathroom may not look like it did when I had last seen it. Now, we have three children, so there are any number of scenarios which could cause this to happen. They're all mostly potty-trained, but you never know, right?
But this mess would not be blamed on the children. This one was all wife. Which is why she called. Apparently the ripple in the wallpaper was calling out to her, 'Pull on me! I bug you!" So she did, revealing plain ugly wood.
That was on a Tuesday. We did not discuss the wall until Friday, which actually ended up being a good thing. No, actually, a great thing. As we scraped at the remainder of the wallpaper and whatever gunk lie beneath it, we laughed with each other and discussed what else we could have been doing with that weekend had we not been re-re-painting our bathroom. The bathroom ended up looking good again. The weekend was not all lost. But more importantly than both of those, after 13 and a half years, my marriage continues to grow stronger.
Who knew that love being patient and kind was actually a good thing? And who would have guessed that not being easily angered would help resolve conflict? I guess Paul was on to something when he said that love always hopes, always trusts and always perseveres. This was all in 1 Corinthians 13 all along, but I still have some work to do, because love keeps no record of wrongs. But this one belongs to my wife.
She called me to warn me that the bathroom may not look like it did when I had last seen it. Now, we have three children, so there are any number of scenarios which could cause this to happen. They're all mostly potty-trained, but you never know, right?
But this mess would not be blamed on the children. This one was all wife. Which is why she called. Apparently the ripple in the wallpaper was calling out to her, 'Pull on me! I bug you!" So she did, revealing plain ugly wood.
That was on a Tuesday. We did not discuss the wall until Friday, which actually ended up being a good thing. No, actually, a great thing. As we scraped at the remainder of the wallpaper and whatever gunk lie beneath it, we laughed with each other and discussed what else we could have been doing with that weekend had we not been re-re-painting our bathroom. The bathroom ended up looking good again. The weekend was not all lost. But more importantly than both of those, after 13 and a half years, my marriage continues to grow stronger.
Who knew that love being patient and kind was actually a good thing? And who would have guessed that not being easily angered would help resolve conflict? I guess Paul was on to something when he said that love always hopes, always trusts and always perseveres. This was all in 1 Corinthians 13 all along, but I still have some work to do, because love keeps no record of wrongs. But this one belongs to my wife.
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