Three Ways to Not Hate Your Husband

I went through this years ago in my marriage, she has great insight.

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I think the churchy side of the camp says I’m supposed to tell you marriage is great. It’s pretty, and passionate, and playful. Your husband is your leader, woman. You must submit, woman. You must dote, woman.

I think the American side of the camp says I’m supposed to tell you marriage is a joke. It’s petty, and pitiful, and perishable. Your husband is a dimwit, woman. You must be stronger, woman. You must laugh at him, woman.

I’ve rolled out my sleeping bag on both sides in my short six years of experience. It’s like you might be able to wiggle your way into a comfortable spot, but when your shoulder goes numb and you try to turn over, you roll onto sharp rocks and twigs and godknowswhatelse and you let out a string of curse words that would make a sailor blush. Not that I would know. (I do…

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I get tripped up rushing forward, Or curled up in hesitation. I want to flow upon the waters Or spread my wings in exhilaration! Yet whether I walk, run or fall, Whether I excel or have nothing to show, God never turns away, or scoffs at me, No, He is right here helping me to …

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