So was it wrong for me to pray? Shouldn't my husband be blessed to have such a spiritual wife? I don't think so. Loving Jesus is walking in obedience. He tells me to respect my husband. My husband feels respected when I do what I say and when I keep time commitments. Those should have been my top priority on that particular trip to the post office. Indulging myself and loosing track of time was disrespectful-period.
I needed to go to the post office. My husband wanted to go cross country skiing in one hour. No problem I assured him I could go and be back within one hour. So off I ventured to the post office. Somewhere along the drive I started chatting with my Jesus and began praying for this and then that and on from there. Suddenly, I awoke from my sweet fellowship to realize I had passed the postoffice over ten minutes back! As quick as I could I turned around and hurried back to retrieve the mail. Now I could not have found sweet peace with Jesus if it had been sprayed into my car, because I was so aware of how I was going to be late in returning home. Not only had I promised to be back but my husband is a time freak and he would not feel respected by my being spiritual. Thankfully the blow could be soften with a phone call, yet the lesson I learned was clear: being spiritual does not always equal respect.
So was it wrong for me to pray? Shouldn't my husband be blessed to have such a spiritual wife? I don't think so. Loving Jesus is walking in obedience. He tells me to respect my husband. My husband feels respected when I do what I say and when I keep time commitments. Those should have been my top priority on that particular trip to the post office. Indulging myself and loosing track of time was disrespectful-period.
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