Sometimes you are lounging on a lily pad in Monet’s Garden and sometimes your legs are fried on a plate in a Micheline Star Restaurant. Beccalynn navigates it with theology, humor, art, crafting and words. If we live a life filled with love the more love we discover. No matter where our flippers land.
Now, I like sex. Steps one and five are never an issue for
me. When the boys were little it was the only “adult” activity in my entire
day. With the teens around now, it is a bit tricky. Our bedroom upstairs, teens
awake until Dracula goes to bed. Sex feels a bit like a spectator sport.
Sometimes I wonder if three sets of score cards will be slipped under the door to
rate our performance.
Praying for my husband is not a problem. Often that man
brings me to my knees and cry out for wisdom. But to pray for him to have “favor
in the marketplace” or be “a spiritual leader” are no longer my focus. We are
co-heirs in Christ therefore I pray that he would grow in his understanding of
God’s love for him. That he would understand Father’s will and have the power
to carry it out.
On a hot date one night we went to a mandatory homeschool
meeting. The topic aimed at Husbands to remember that the wife is the
"weaker vessel." The main point communicated was this:
Women: have sex with your husbands.
Men: remember they can't help it. They are the weaker vessel.
Feeling like Ingo Montoya and wanting to yell at the sweet,
Deciding not to allow subjugation to ruin a perfectly good
date night, I filed it away with as we left. The Mutant and I went to see “Crazy Stupid Love"
in order to salvage the night. In it,
the husband admits his anger toward the choices his wife made, but he is also
angry with himself; for becoming lazy. For not appreciating her as he should.