My friend and I have talked for years about being a woman. When I say woman, that is just what I mean. No man wants to be married to a wo "man". A wo "man" runs the show. She is the man in the family. She overpowers her husband and children. She knows it all and has done it all. She always has the last word.
I was that person. I took charge of every situation. I just felt that my husband wouldn't do it the way that I wanted it done, nor would he do it when I wanted it done. My girls always told everyone that Dad was in charge when Mom wasn't home. I had everything planned out and done before my husband could even think about doing it.
When I found Jesus, and I mean really found Jesus, I gave it all up. Boy, was it hard. I would go to correct something or argue about something. I would literally have to stop myself and leave the room. My husband started to handle the discipline and the girls came to him when they wanted to do something. He figured out the car pooling. We paid the bills together. I never knew that he liked to grocery shop or that he liked having me with him running errands. I felt free. Instead of carrying the load of everything on my shoulders, I was sharing it. We started going out for breakfast and grabbing two cups of coffee to drink in the morning down by the river.
We are closer now than when we met over twenty-two years ago, and all it took was to let go and be his woman...not the Wo-Man!
