We call and give them so many names:
Honey ...
Hubby ...
Husband ...
Handsome ...
Snoopy ...
Sweetheart ...
Sugar pie ...
My poo bear ...
Baby ...
Lover boy ...
Boo, my Boo ...
Dadyyo’ ...
Baba
Sithandwa
Love, etc
And ladies those are just a few, of some of the “Good ones.” What about the bad names we call our Husbands? Of which I won’t state here, but I do believe that you kind of get what I’m trying to say.
OK, why have I brought this up? It’s because, back when I had just got’ Saved, I used to think I am saved and I should call the shots. I am wearing the pants. Oooh, was I wrong—dead wrong.
I would go to church, and come back home, and get into an argument, which I started, of course.
Ladies, it was a no-win situation.
I was so saved and too blind to not even see what I was doing to our relationship. And mine with the Lord and it was nobody’s fault but mine, I was as Ignorant as The Israelites.
When we got married, we were of the same mind. We both drank alcohol, cussed, etc.
And when I got saved, we were unequally yoked. It was a long journey for me and I guess for him too. There was a lot of adjustments to be made.
Oh, I had a whole lot of Trials and Tribulations, and Tests …to go through … to get where I am today. I had to learn how to love, respect, and forgive myself in order to do the same toward my hubby. I had to let go of my past hurt way before he came into the picture; see, I couldn’t love him with all of my baggage of junk on the inside. I had to look away from me, me, me, and myself—what I’ve been through and all. God opened my eyes and showed me my husband’s hurt and all. When I gave in to the Lord, when I quit fighting and putting up feces etc. It was life-changing—my attitude started to change, I started to heal from the inside-out. I could see things oh so clearly, God truly stepped-in and took over, now I love my husband Paul for who he is unique and loving as can be. And he’s my hubby, my loverboy, my Booboo.
And I can Proudly say Thank You Lord Jesus, for Opening my understanding, my eyes and my heart. I once was blind but now I see—once was lost but now I’m found. Hallelujah, Jesus!
We ought to love our hubbies and we ought to respect them, whether they bring home the Bacon or not, whether they’re saved or not.
“Wives, likewise, be submissive to your own husbands, that even if some do not obey the word, they, without a word, may be won by the conduct of their wives.” When they observe your chaste conduct accompanied by fear.”
1 Peter3:1-2
The more time we set aside to be with our husbands … the greater potential for Spiritual Impact we will have.
We should spend less time with: Schedules packed with worship services, small group meetings, choir practice, leadership training, and drama rehearsal compete with the free time we have to spend with our spouses who doesn’t participate in those things.
Sisters, we should remove roadblocks to religion.
Distractions can damage the intimate connection we have with our spouses, and cheapen our Christian testimony.
I pray that God would guide us to eliminate anything in our marriages that might be preventing our loved ones from accepting Christ Jesus. In Jesus’ Name, it is so.