But sometimes marriage is hard.
Schedules get busy, the trash doesn't get taken out, and harsh words can be spoken.
But in the end, he is mine and I am his. For better or worse.
I grew up in the north where the definition of being a wife is a lot different then it is in the south. There were standards I was expected to follow that I wasn't sure if I agreed with. The word submission seriously made my hair stand on end and my eyes roll back.
But somewhere along the road that Andrew and I have been on for the past 6 1/2 years, I learned that I am happiest, the most content, and the most in love with Andrew when I am submitting and honoring him.
Pastor Mike taught me that submission does not mean being a doormat or losing who you are. It simply means, getting under the mission.
And boy does Andrew ever have a mission!
I am learning to lift Andrew up with my words. To speak life over him and not failure. I am learning to bite my tongue when chores aren't completed in my time frame. I am learning to see every sacrifice, all the sweat, every long hour worked that he does for me.
No, submission is not a dirty word in our house anymore. I love being submitted and I think our marriage has been blessed because of it.
MckMama has a great post on her blog today about submitting. I love this woman's blog and seriously recommend it to any wife or mother of small children (MSC as she calls them!) She is a God fearing wife and mother of 4 children 4 and under. Yup, that's one a year! And the last one was a miracle baby (my favorite kind!).
So if you want a little perspective into what submission is as well as what it's not, go check out her post.
***What you don't see in that picture is Andrew holding my hand for the very first time. Ahhh, young love.***