Category: Love
There was a time in our marriage when there was little trust between me and Gregg. I’d say one thing and he wouldn’t believe it. He’d say another thing and I wouldn’t believe it. It was a very dark time in our lives, and even typing about it and thinking about itelicits a bit of an emotional reaction in my heart.
Pin ItGregg and I rarely fight. I’m very passive, and he and I pretty much agree on most things, so there isn’t a lot left to fight about. We’ve had our moments, and our marriage had a really rough year at one point, but for the most part, there has been little fighting.
Pin ItMonday there was no package waiting. Tuesday came and went with no package. Gregg sent me an email Wednesday titled, “Finally!” with the tracking number and information that it would be delivered on Friday. I have been SOOOO curious as to what was coming. Gregg has never been good about keeping a surprise secret for very long, and as far as I could tell, he had dropped no hints whatsoever.
It also has Mira Sorvino in it. About 20 minutes into watching it, Gregg called me. In the course of our conversation, I said that Mira Sorvino’s mouth bothers me. The way it moves when she speaks distracts me from what she’s saying and annoys me. He laughed and said, “What? I think she’s hot, personally.”
In the course of our discussing it, we discussed the fact that God has placed the husband as the head of the family. Gregg said, “I am responsible for my choices. If I make a bad decision, God is going to say to me, ‘Why did you make this bad decision?’ If I seek your counsel and take your advice, God is not going to say to you, ‘Why did you give bad advice?’ God is going to say to me, ‘Why did you make this bad decision?'”
I believe that God has a purpose for us. I believe that ultimately, we will all know what our purpose was, and why we had certain situations, triumphs, defeats, etc. I also believe that if we are not living within God’s perfect will for our lives, that we are not following our purpose, then we will feel restless, discontent, possibly even edge toward depression.
