Women come to me to heal their marriages ā€“ and I love being a part of that. But if I'm being honest, the first thing God wants to heal is not her marriage. It's her.
I know. Fighting words.
That is the last thing you want to hear when you're staring at so much brokenness in your husband. But we are not here to dictate a timeline for someone else's healing. We're here to get honest about ours.
Because you are not a victim. Yes, you may be victimized right now, and that is real. But you still get to choose whether you live as a victim or not.
(Straight Talk: literally twelve minutes ago, I was slipping into feeling like a victim, wanting to give in to those old familiar feelings of offense and bitterness, and I literally sang myself a little impromptu song "I am not a victim! I do not come into agreement with bitterness. Lord, thank you for my victory!" The feelings of bitterness left me immediately.)
Years ago I walked into our bathroom and found sewage backing up into the toilet. And then into the tub.
If you have ever seen that, you know it is exactly as bad as it sounds.
Here is what we did not do. We did not stand there scooping it out of the tub while everyone kept flushing the toilets like nothing was wrong. That would have been insanity. You do not manage sewage. You stop, you call s...
Last week I was in the kitchen doing what felt like absolutely everything.
Cooking. Cleaning. Wiping counters. Loading the dishwasher, again. Circling the house like a one-woman cleaning service while everyone else just sat there, doing their own thing.
And I started muttering under my breath.
Nothing out loud, but just that low, simmering kind of talk. The kind where you're not technically say...
When Tim came home, I thought I had made it.
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I had prayed, fought, stood, obeyed, cried, and held on when every rational voice in my life told me to let go. And now he was back. He was physically standing in our home. We were a family again.
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That should have been the reward. That should have been the moment where I exhaled and finally got to enjoy the fruit of everything I had been through....
The Wise Wife Letters
A weekly letter for the wife who is standing alone, fighting the right fight, and refusing to let fear run the house.
