My husband and I were at odds for a coupe of weeks recently. If you’ve been married for more than five minutes, you know that this happens. Somebody says or does the wrong thing at the wrong time and then he has to make it up to me so I can forgive him. Just a normal marriage.
A couple of weeks ago, my husband and I sniped at each other one Monday morning and ended up barely speaking to each other for about three weeks. This is not normal behavior for us. Even at our most aggravated with each other, we didn’t need more than twenty-four hours to step back and cool off so we could talk rationally over whatever set us off in the first place.
The two of us walked around here with ear buds stuffed in our ears and MP3 players blaring like a couple anti-social teenagers, tuning out the parents and preventing any possibility that someone may actually want to have a conversation. Very weird behavior for both of us indeed!!
Now, here’s where it gets even stranger. Neither one of knew why we weren’t speaking. BUT we both filled the void with God.
My quiet time had been in a bit of a funk since the holidays. When I did take the time to read my Bible, it was with one eye on the clock and the other on my morning chore list. With both eyes occupied, I wasn’t getting a lot of studying accomplished, was I?
I had also slipped into the oh-so-familiar, yet oh-so-unhealthy pattern of putting my husband and children into the center of my universe. While my husband and my children should always be a priority, they should not be the center of my life. That place should always be reserved for God!
But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. - Matthew 6:33 (emphasis mine)
I wasn’t seeking Him first. I wasn’t living for Him. I was living for everyone else! This is so unhealthy because they’re all human beings. Human beings are imperfect, and we’re especially good at letting each other down. If your universe is centered on a human being, your universe is going to come crashing down when that person actually acts like a human being and not like God.
So, my husband and I spent about three weeks avoiding each other. It was a toss-up to see who would pretend to be asleep first each night. I couldn’t come up with why we were at odds with each other, but I also didn’t want to be the one who said, “I’m clueless.” It was also a pretty calm kind of distance. We were acting like co-workers instead of a married couple. I have to say, it was a little weird.
However…and that’s a big however…however, just about the exact moment that my husband left for work the morning we sniped at each other, God laid an interesting verse on me. By the way, I know it was God because I’m not this smart.
Do not deprive each other except perhaps by mutual consent and for a time, so that you may devote yourselves to prayer. Then come together again so that Satan will not tempt you because of your lack of self-control. 1 Corinthians 7:5
And with this verse in mind, I filled the time that was normally occupied with conversations with my husband with conversations with God. More devoted and intentional Bible reading. More intentional prayer time. More ardent worship time. It was kind of nice. I got my universe set right again with God in the center. My husband and kids are still prominent satellites, but God is back in the center again. And my hubby and I are as strong as ever.
His story is almost the same as mine, by the way. My husband filled his MP3 player with sermons from New Spring Church and praise and worship music, and he put his nose back into his Bible.
In the end, my husband walked up to me, put his hands on the sides of my face and kissed me sweetly. Argument over. And we shared stories of how God talked to each of us during this time of separation and used this time to re-ignite our passion for the Lord and His Word.
Again, this was about the strangest spat both of has ever experienced. I’d like to think God created the situation in order to draw us both closer to Him. I’d definitely call it mutual consent, that’s for sure. All I know for certain is that the end results were way better than the hurt and bitterness that are often the residue of marital turmoil.
For the record, I was only kidding at the beginning of the post when I cleverly blamed my hubby for all of the wrongdoing in our household. I’ve done my fair share of wrong things at the wrong time, but it just wouldn’t have been as funny to add my oopses at that moment.
Thank you for stopping by! I hope this little story gives you something to think about the next time you’re at odds with your spouse. Little spats over minor incidences can create huge problems in a marriage if we let ourselves dwell on the junk instead of on God.
I’m not easy to live with; I know that it’s true. But you’re no picnic either, baby; that’s one of the things I love about you. –Don Henley, Not Enough Love in the World
Grace and peace be yours in abundance,
Betty