A guest post by Jennifer Flanders (Loving Life at Home), because we want marriages to thrive.
I received this question from one of my readers several months ago. I replied privately at the time, but with Valentine’s Day just passed (and all the attendant expectations wives sometimes muster up this time of year), I thought it might be a good idea to share my thoughts on this subject here.
What do I do when my husband doesn’t see eye-to-eye with me on cultivating our marriage?
A few years ago for Valentine’s Day, I told my husband I’d like to take him out. I asked him to wear his best suit, and told him I’d be wearing a gown. We had a reservation at a very nice restaurant.
But really we had a ‘reservation’ at Del Taco, my husband’s favorite fast food joint. (For those of you unfamiliar with Del Taco, it’s no fancier than a Taco Bell.) As I pulled into the parking lot, my husband started laughing, assuming I was joking. I wasn’t. I took his hand and walked him in for our Valentine’s Day date. Our table was already set. White table cloth, linen napkins, champagne buy tramadol us pharmacy glasses and a beautiful center piece of fresh flowers. (And, of course, I made sure the table was right in the center of the fast food restaurant, where everyone coming in had to pass by us to get to the food counter.)
I am constantly seeing different posts on Facebook about the kind of man we ought to marry or the kind we ought to wait for or the kind we deserve. The hypothetical creatures that are described in these memes will supposedly do everything from standing in the rain with us to making us breakfast in bed to pampering us when we’re having our period. They will call us “darling” and apologize even when we’re wrong and will treat us like a child when we want them to and like a grown up when we want them to. They’ll hold us when we cry and hold us when we are throwing a fit and hold us when we are being a spoiled brat. They will give us money for whatever we want. They will never question us. They will rub our feet and warm our towel in the dryer during the hot bath that they drew for us. They will greet us with roses on a regular basis, and they will always, most definitely, understand all the inner workings of our mind. And, if they don’t, then they will acknowledge their idiocy and our brilliance.
Men. A thought-provoking guest post about them by Rebekah Neal:
In his beautiful, rich book, A Promise Kept, the late Robertson McQuilkin recounts a humorous but poignant story. (You can read more about Robertson McQuilkin here.)
McQuilkin was caring for his wife Muriel in their home. He had resigned as President of Colombia Bible College in order to be her full-time caregiver, a conviction which he believed the Lord had personally placed upon his heart.
Muriel had been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s at a comparably young age and would often have accidents as her disease progressed and her memory worsened. She came to the point where she could not control her bodily functions and went to the bathroom on the floor….