When I met my husband, he only had his God, his testimony, his vision, a couple of shirts – I think I remember only three colors, yellow, black and white, some trousers that could turn into an umbrella in a jiffy, and a shoe that was clearly unisex, with a block soul.
He loved his Lord so much and believed that one day, the Lord of the harvest, would cause His vision to bear fruits.
It’s been a journey full of perseverance and endurance. A journey that called for patient travailing.
Even after marriage, we quickly realized how love had to turn into actions –and the first action is PATIENCE. I quickly realized that i did not marry a Prince charming, and he got no Snow white deal. We were normal human beings, with individual faults that irk and irritate us.
We were stretched by the active verb, ‘BE PATIENT’.
We are still being stretched further by the same verb, PATIENT.
I know we want our husbands to be perfect in ALL areas. We want them to be well put, grounded, focused, achieved, well stocked for the future, emotionally intelligent, financially stable, physically fit – Its all good! Your dreams and mine, are totally valid and on point.
But you will never find anyone to that level of perfection. You and I are work in – process, I prefer to say that! Our husbands, are work in process! We are practitioners, especially in matters family and marriage and no one is 100 percent there.
Love is patient. The Lord knows that we call ourselves towards haste, and in haste there is much folly and we ruin our lives, then blame the Lord, Proverbs 19:2 – so, He teaches us of His enduring virtue of patience through our spouses.
Remember the Lord is slow to anger, a Hebrew translation of having a long nose –Psalms 103:8, a physical trait of His internal attribute of patience!
You might find that your husband is great with the kids, but never follows through with a project till the end. He might be a great planner, but poor at execution. He might be great at cooking, but never clears the table. He might be such a romantic guy, but never picks his socks, steps on the carpet with dirty sandals, or throws his toothpicks around – [not a cliché!]
Please, put a muzzle around your mouth! Pull the reins and get off the heels! Be a patient teacher to him.
As long as he is fluid, cheer him on, be patient with him. Appreciate his strengths and cheer him on towards greater adjustments. You cannot afford to call him immature just because his socks are lying around. You need wisdom! You need to cut down that pride because trust me girl, you too are very wanting!
Love is patient and we need to ask the Lord to give us the patience of molding our marriages and our husbands. The Lord calls us to humbly and patiently bear with one another [ your husband] because of your love. Remember that it’s not about you…
He is not figured it all out, and so haven’t you. As long as he is flux, showing gradual change, little by little, inch by inch, cheer his snail’s pace on. That snail, can easily overtake a parked car. So get up and give him a standing ovation for what he does.
Cheer him when he’s cleared the tooth picks and left the utensils on the dining table. Cheer him on when he’s completed one project and 10 are pending. Cheer him when one sock is in the laundry bag, and the other is 2 inches away. Cheer him when he has tried a project but failed- do not be his guilty conscience.
He will get there! Be patient with him!
VERSE OF THE DAY: Ephesians 4:2 Always be humble and gentle. Be patient with each other, making allowance for each other’s faults because of your love.
D.I.Y: Tell him that you appreciate his growth in a, b, c…areas. Make sure you name the areas of growth.
If you have been impatient with him, it would be perfect opportunity to ask for his forgiveness too for rubbing his hurt the wrong way and causing him wounds that he doesn’t probably speak about…
Go point: Cheer him on. Be jovial. Whatever he does, cheer him on…
I admit that am never patient with my husband. In almost everything. I really want him to get his acts together and move when I say move. How selfish of me. I hardly notice his pace Lord.
I would rather he moves at lightning speed – I know you are able to make him so – but I realize it will be my undoing too. His pace is directed by you. So help me to understand it. His pace is my process of sanctification. His pace, teaches me patience and in patience, you build my character. In character, you build my hope. A hope on which I should anchor myself on. A hope in you Jesus.
Give me a heart like yours. A heart of patience. A heart of gladly bearing it all – as I wait on you.
Help me to be patient with my husband, in areas that you are working on him.
In Jesus name I pray.