Loving a Life of Biblical Womanhood
I’m a worrier. I actually drive my husband to distraction with it. I don’t verbalize most of it, but he knows me, so he knows. When faced with situations, my mind goes through what the worse case scenario would be. I think it’s a manner of preparing me for whatever is, and if it’s not the worse case, then I can handle whatever it is.
Gregg calls where he is the weirdest timezone on the planet. It isn’t 8 hours ahead of Eastern Standard Time. Or 9 hours ahead. It’s 8½ hours ahead.
Not always easy to calculate on the fly. I’ve gotten good at it, but it’s easier for me to calculate forward than it is for him to calculate backward.
The weekend after we met for the first time, Gregg confessed his love for me.
While I feel strong feelings of love and devotion to my husband, to whom I am certainly emotionally attached, I am not an overly affectionate person. I think there was a time when I once was, when I was younger, but circumstances and situations can strip tendencies away. Over time, I’ve become very stoic about most things. I am not overly emotional ever, I don’t react emotionally, and I’m not really a reach out and hug kind of person.
Pin ItSo, a couple of weeks ago, he told me that he mailed me a box and he couldn’t wait for me to get it. (For you new visitors to my blog, Gregg is in Afghanistan.) He just doesn’t have time or opportunity to mail a lot of boxes, so I was excited. For him to have purchased something for me, and be able to work time into his schedule to actually mail it was very intriguing. When I got the box today, it was very small, and my anticipation of what was inside was further piqued.
≈WEEK ONE: THE POWER≈
As I read this introduction to the book, I was overwhelmed. For those of you who have not read my testimony, when our youngest son, Johnathan, was an infant, Gregg and I went through a terrible time in our marriage. Gregg was suffering from a terrible depression that was manifesting itself in destructive ways. Since we only saw each other on weekends, I had no idea about how much he was suffering. I was just going through my happy life never believing for a moment that my marriage might be in trouble, that my husband might be in agonizing pain, that satan was wielding his destructive ways and working on both of us.
Pin ItScott is very particular about what is “his”, and he’s very obsessive about it. When he has a cup, it’s his cup, and he simply cannot swap. He’s always been this way, and rather than add to his stress of the week I would be gone, I just made sure that there was a very definite, “This is Scott’s,” and, “This is Jeb’s,” when I packed there things.
This is part five in a series about surviving separation from your spouse. When Gregg and I first met, it was 357 miles from his driveway to mine. Right before we were married, his National Guard unit was activated and he moved from Anniston, AL, to Birmingham, AL, to prepare for deployment. This made the distance right around 330 miles.
Today we celebrate love. Or, at least, Hallmark and supermarkets and florists all over the world hope we’re celebrating it. Wives who have the Love Language of receiving gifts hope their husbands are celebrating it.
Caution: This post consists of a rather frank and forthright discussion of human sexuality in the context of marital intimacy.
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