One of the great things about being married twenty-five years is I am not nearly as insecure as I was in the beginning. Because I know my man, he can say what he means and most of the time I can handle it.
As much as I would love for my husband to love everything about me, including my cooking, that is not a reality. God has given him the role of leading me and sometimes that requires redirecting and correcting me.
To make matters more complicated, the years of getting to know how to relate with our spouse are most often coupled with chasing little ones. So for those of you in this stage of “who is he?” and “where did they go?” realize that beyond seeking Jesus these are your top two priorities. Pour yourself into knowing, understanding and helping your man. And give yourself fully to the guiding, training and molding of those little sticky fingered souls pattering around your home.
Tonight I learned one more thing my husband doesn’t like, worcestershire sauce. Because it is my desire to please him, I will hold onto that little tid bit and avoid that ingredient. Studying our man never ends, although I would say it gets easier and more enjoyable as the years go by.