I have the longest week coming to an end, and a new one beginning. Puffy bloodshot eyes carried the day and the nights. . .but the joy of the Lord kept us. It’s been those nights where you both drop on the bed like logs after checking on your babies and their temperatures give you tight knots down your bellies. Nights where cuddles don’t last a minute before either of you begins drooling on each others arms- because you are way too exhausted.
Nights where lingeries are replaced by long T-shirts smelling of Amoxicillin, Carpol and Karvol. Nights where sexual intimacy is in an ice cold box. No show baby! No show! Nights where it doesn’t matter who was right or wrong, but that you are battling the same enemy that has invaded your home. The battle against forces and principalities from the dark world. The battle waged while down on your knees.
When nights are long and days are longer, it matters who helps straighten out those wrinkles. It matters. It matters who is at war with you. It matters. Because the reality of life is that adversity will happen and both of you have to have capacity enough to approach the throne of grace and speak life to your “life on support” situations. It matters having a wife who can call heavens on your behalf when you are jaded and beaten up by circumstances, not just looking good with make up on, strutting around the latest stilettos around.
The devil ain’t scared by your wig gal! It matters having a husband who offers prayers and supplications on behalf of his family. Not just a man with a curb appeal. Physical strength cannot pin him down! It matters having a man who will face the storm with you, for the sake of his family. A man who will not compromise a relationship for self gratification. A man who can wage war against the ancient foe in prayer.
You want to trade off Jesus for a “feel good” moment, think of such nights. . . .and we’ll church activities ( like carrying your Pastor’s briefcase etc) don’t cut out for a personal relationship with Jesus. . .Don’t confuse the two!