We are now at H’s house. She’s in Atlanta for a Women of Faith conference until tomorrow, so we came over on Saturday to get the upstairs ready for us to move in. We officially moved in today before heading to E’s for dinner. There is still so much to do, but at least we’re here now and can begin getting things in order. We’ll wait until H returns to tackle the major stuff, but for now we’ve rearranged a few things to make space for ourselves.
This past week was really hard. I was either painting or out most of the week, and Tom was really struggling emotionally—so when we were together, we often ended up arguing. I finally finished up at C’s on Friday, just in time for the carpet cleaners and our move on Saturday. Thankfully, I was able to spend more time with Tom this weekend.
He was talking again about looking for a job on Monday. I told him to go ahead. I don’t really think he’ll follow through—he never has. It feels like that’s his way of expressing his unhappiness with our situation. He struggles with the fact that I’ve been "working" while he feels like he’s doing nothing, but I’m not working in the traditional sense. I’m just helping friends and doing ministry. If he doesn’t want to sit around, then he can get up and do something! I don’t understand. It feels like we’ve slipped back into some of our old patterns again—and the enemy is all over it.
Father, I pray You help me to be the supportive, encouraging wife You’ve called me to be. Help me to see my husband through Your eyes—not through mine, which are too often clouded by frustration or selfishness.
We had a little excitement at R and E’s today. R was trying to make fried mozzarella sticks for our birthday celebration and accidentally started a grease fire in the kitchen. It got pretty scary when the flames shot up into the curtains, and for a moment it looked like the whole wall might catch fire—but praise You, Jesus, the curtains just melted instead of igniting. E did a great job getting everyone, especially the kids, safely out of the house. R burned his hand a bit from the oil, but thankfully, it wasn’t worse. This will definitely be a birthday to remember!
This upcoming week will be a busy one at E’s—Monday through Wednesday. W has a parent-teacher conference on Monday and a dental procedure on Tuesday that requires sedation, so I’ll be spending the night Monday. Then we’ll pick him up on Wednesday for Oma-Papa day.
For my birthday yesterday, E gave us $30 so we could go see Fireproof with a group of friends. Afterward, we grabbed some sandwiches from Subway and went to A and C’s to eat and hang out together. All in all, it was a good day.
Spiritually, Tom and I are in a bit of a rut. We haven’t prayed or worshiped together in quite a while. I stepped back from initiating these things, hoping Tom would pick it up—but so far, he hasn’t. Someone recently reminded me that my expectations of Tom might not be aligned with his gifting. She suggested I ask the Holy Spirit for direction. Even though Tom is the spiritual head of our home, prayer may not be his natural gifting. Maybe I need to step back into that space—not to take over, but to stand in the gap and let him lean into what he is gifted in.
I pray that things will get a little easier for both of us—emotionally, spiritually, and practically. In Jesus’ name, amen.
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