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My Wife Kicks Like Chuck Norris

Relationships are a very odd thing when you stop and consider them. We all have these relationships. We need them, depend on them, sometimes use them, but all of us are driven crazy by some or all of them.

I think that, though she loves me, I am that crazy relationship for my wife. Consider a ‘normal’ conversation between us.

Me: I need your help getting the kids bathed and put down for bed.
Her: I’m coming, just give me a second.
Me: I won’t be able to do this on my own.
Her: I know. I’m finishing the dishes, massa.
Me: Can you pleeeeease help me?
Her: Do you hear me when I’m talking?

Then, in one swift motion, she somehow un-twirls a kid from their bath towel straight into their pajamas, managing to send them spinning directly towards their bed. With her other arm she grabs another kid by his ankles, shaking the clothes off of him and dropping him in the bathtub. With her left foot she pins another kid in a corner so she can wait her turn. With her free leg, she roundhouse kicks me out of the way.

I think this is how God may have felt, at times, about Moses. I know, I know, Moses is a friend of God, but if you recall the burning bush episode, Mo-Mo had a lot of questions for God. Then in Exodus 33, we see God and Moses having a convo like a husband and wife. Moses, the wife, asking repeatedly exhausting questions, 'Are you going to go with us?' I don't want to go if you're not going to go with us?’ and God reminding Moses how He has been there all along.

We may have relationships that cause us to stop and question. But our relationship with God should not be one of them. After all, He has promised to always be with us. He has given us a clear direction and The Cause to fight for.

Maybe we need to stop asking questions, stop asking for signs, just stop talking and asking and GO! Before long, God may just roundhouse kick us to the head.
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