Marital Bliss
This Valentines day I have a blissful yet painful conversation with my wife about her place in this world. Not only her place in this world but her place in my life. I can see as clear as day where she belongs and what talents and gifts God has given her and even how she can be helpful to me in where I am going with my life.
After but I found myself conflicted and somewhat angry because I could not find the words to tell her that I needed her where she was.
Would you rather be the one in the lights with all the fame and glory and have no support.
There is very lonely element that I felt when having that conversation. Because it essentially meant she was not happy about what she did. And perhaps her lack of happiness stems from her lack of understanding about her place.
I guess it is because I am the leader of my home that I can see clearly where she fits. I know that her natural disposition ( being affected by things deeply) gives her a keen ability to be able to intercede in a way that a person who was not in touch could not see it.
I kind of prophesied to her and said " One day you are going to be up in the morning going through your day and the holy spirit is going to tap you on your shoulder and have pray for your daughter. He is going to show it to you fixed in the spirit. And you daughter is going to call you and say to you. Mom, there is some stuff going on. You response is going to be I already knew. And you are going to remember this conversation."
What stands out to me about this is that I believe in Raven and God so much that I am actually praying for that day. I will it admit it is kind of difficult to be around someone who is that sensitive but I know when that women ever understand the gravity of what it means to be able to see stress... not just stress physical but the spirit of it hanging over there head, its invaluable. I want that person to pray for me. And I am lucky because I have woman like that.
I guess moving forward I want to know that it is safe to encourage that with out creating a dependence on me.
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