Being The Board

Being the board was something I wish my wife would read or listen to. As I laugh, I realize that indeed it is I who truly needed the application of what the Zander’s were attempting to imply. The scripture that requires me to love my wife as Christ loves the church is always on my right shoulder as is anger is on my left. I get upset because I don’t feel supported in what I’m doing. Knowing that I have a tremendous amount of work to complete, I still have to run after little Jackson as he exhorts his 15 month old exuberance or get dinner ready, or go to the store, or do this or do that. When the money comes up short, instead of realizing that we are working on one income she doesn’t want to work anymore doesn’t matter. As the argument lives into the night, it is always me that has to come to the table and make things right. Though I didn’t begin the argument, because I did do what was necessary to keep it from becoming an argument, I’m guilty. I grew up constantly analyzing myself wondering what I could have done differently in every situation that seemed to not go the way it was planned. I’m the board. Funny thing is, I was in the blaming mood right before I listened to this practice and quickly resorted to obedience. Being the board is not option for me. My marriage is a testament to that.