“I just can’t stand this! ” I hollered at my husband in frustration.

Visibly rattled he reacted, “fine then! Let’s not do it! Let’s simply maintain everything how it is! ”

I sighed at his obvious satire. He knew I wanted this road God had given us as much as he did. I simply had more trouble spanning that path. The life God was contributing us to was a big change, and it was way outside my wheelhouse. That’s how I especially knew it was God.

We were being led to sell our possessions, sell our home, leave our familiar tasks, and travel across the country as a family. We desired to expend more time together focused on family and God’s will for our life and less day on the busy, demanding things that in essence didn’t affair. The Lord had shown us time and time again that this was what He had for us. That we didn’t uncertainty. But the uncertainties that came along the way were really hard for me!

They came easier to my husband. He was different than me. He was laid back and typically worry-free. I, on the other hand, might as well have a Masters degree in planning, with a minor in nervousnes. I liked to know the answers, the steps to the answers, and perhaps some nice diagrams hurled in for good measure. If “peoples lives” was a piece of unassembled furniture then I liked to read the instructions twice. My spouse would wing it by looking at the picture on the box, and I would sit on the storey nervously beside him trying to read a particular component of directions to him. To which he’d ignore.

So this change in “peoples lives” was inducing me major stress not knowing all the answers. Much was unknown, and a lot of the remainder was leaps of faith. I felt a peace over the direction, but uncertainty still attained me twitch. Kinda like how a dirty bathroom floor would do. #guilty

I recognized in the midst of my argument with my spouse that I wasn’t so much flogging out at him. I was flogging out at my lack of control. I was lashing out at uncertainty, and I was frustrated that he didn’t respond to that like I did. It came down to being unable to understand why he wasn’t as stressed as me, and I recognise a majority of debates in wedlock came down to that. He wasn’t like me!

My husband and I don’t argue much, but where reference is do it typically is rooted in a difference of opinion or reaction. They say opposites attract, and I guess that’s true in dating, but when it comes to living the rest of eternally together then opposites attempt. Wedding is all about realizing that your spouse isn’t like you, that it’s okay, and you can work with it. Most difficulties in wedlock removed from an inability to compromise, a problem learning the point of view of the other person, and a stoic, unwavering opinion that your way is the only right way.

In our situation, I was more angry at my emotions of being anxious and frets than I was at him. I was fighting with my lack of control , not my husband. I disliked not having all my ducks in a row or knowing all the answers, but I loved my husband. I even adoration the fact that he was different than me. His ability to rest in chaos retained me focused including information on what really mattered. He maintained me balanced, I maintained him challenged. We were a good squad. In the midst of an contention and raised voices, it was worthwhile to retain that in mind.

And attaining up subsequently, that was really nice too. Just saying.

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