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Sunday, February 19, 2012

keys lost and found, an iPod lost and found, and the love of a husband...


Wives, submit yourselves to your own husbands as you do to the Lord.  For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, of which he is the Savior.  Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit to their husbands in everything.  Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her  to make her holy, cleansing her by the washing with water through the word, and to present her to himself as a radiant church, without stain or wrinkle or any other blemish, but holy and blameless. In this same way, husbands ought to love their wives as their own bodies. He who loves his wife loves himself. 
Ephesians 5:22-28 (NIV)

Day 14…all about me.  This isn’t easy, so I’m just diving in.  This is my testimony, not a sermon.  Day 14 means submitting to my husband, and praying that he is worthy of my yielding.  Submission is no easy topic, but if you’ll stay with me, hopefully, you’ll see what I learned, from the perspective of faith. 

http://patti-cakes.blogspot.com/2009/07/coconut-shortbread-cookies.html
Yesterday, my daughter and I were heading out the door.  I stalled when I couldn’t find my keys.  (Legendary loser-of-things, I do not play hide and seek.  Rather, I border on obsessive-compulsion ONLY about putting certain things in their place.  Every member of our household knows where my keys live; whether I move them or not, they should be in their place. ) I simply couldn’t find them, until I remembered my husband taking my car, and wondering… 

I called his cell phone, and he didn’t think he had my keys until he realized he did.  “Okay, thanks,” I advised, exhaling, satisfied to know their location, heading out, spare set in hand.  There ensued a brief exchange about him bringing my keys to me…me assuring him I was good, he insisting he was on his way.   If this were stand-up comedy, my next line would be….”and that’s when the fight started….” But it didn’t.  Lately, I’ve learned it’s better (easier, wiser, more effective) to be agreeable.    So I let him know where I’d be so he could bring the keys.  It wasn’t about me.  It was what he needed to do.

Today, we got out early to take the pony (my dog) for his Sunday walk.  I put my iPod in its wristband, reset the pedometer, and put on my gloves.  I happened to notice 195 steps when we crossed the street before entering the park.  We did a couple quick laps around the park before jumping in the car, dog in tow, for a nice long walk in the woods.  We would all get our exercise and be home in time for a family breakfast before leaving for church.  Arriving at the park, checking my supply of poopy bags and clearing some trash from the car, I looked to my wrist, and noticed my iPod was…GONE. ARGH! Much like a little kid in trouble, I let me husband know it’d fallen out of the band somewhere along the way. 

“Get back in the car, let’s retrace our steps.” Here I am, feeling guilty, feeling badly for the dog so clearly happy to be out of the truck and ready for adventure, already claiming trees and stumps.  I wanted to cry, I wanted to walk in the woods, I wanted him not to say “don’t worry, I’ll get you another one” (he did), not because I didn’t want another one, but because I didn’t want mine to be lost.  I’m generally not an irresponsible person.  I don’t often lose things.  Well, this is when the fight might have started, except that after putting the dog back in the car, I got back in so we could head back home.  No fight.  I did offer silent prayer that we would be successful in retracing our steps and retrieving my prize, thanking God for a loving and thoughtful husband, and while appreciating his offer to replace, hoping against hope it wouldn’t be necessary. 

We got home, retraced our steps to the park, and no more than 10 feet from the place I last looked at my wrist, lying on the ground, was my iPod, a little cold, but undamaged, unfound, waiting for me.  Thank you, Lord.

2 lessons in two days….sometime’s it’s beneficial not to resist.  According to my teen aged daughter, submission is simply agreeing to be agreeable.  I get that.  We modern women find it difficult to “submit,” but I must tell you, 2 times in the last two days I’ve been thankful for an agreeable spirit.  There, I’ve said it.  I’m in and I’m out…except to say, keys lost and found, an iPod lost and found, and the love of a husband who amazes me every day is today’s evidence that God is good. 

Today’s Feast~Coconut Shortbread Cookies (couldn't upload my pix, so I borrowed an image from http://patti-cakes.blogspot.com/2009/07/coconut-shortbread-cookies.html)

Backstory~the second thing I found today was a new favorite cookie.  I love shortbread, and I really love coconut.  My mommy made shortbread often when I was growing up.  I’m sending this recipe via email tonight.

1 C sweetened flaked coconut
2 sticks butter, softened
¼  C granulated sugar (I always use demerara)
¼  C confectioners’ sugar
2½ C flour
¼ t kosher salt

Begin by toasting coconut in an over preheated to 250 until lightly brown, about 15-18 minutes.  Set your timer for 10 minutes, and then check back every 2-3 minutes until its done.  Set aside to cool (try not to eat it…)

Cream butter and sugars together until fluffy. Add in the coconut, and form into a log (about 1½ inch in diameter).  Cover with parchment or plastic paper and refrigerate at least 1 hour, or as long as 2 days.  This dough last in the freezer for 2 months. 

Heat oven to 350.  Slice into ¼ to ½ inch disks and place on a cookie sheet, 2 inches apart.  Bake 20 minutes, or just until cookies begin to brown.  Batch yields between 3-4 dozen cookies, depending upon size. 

4 comments:

  1. If the following definition resonates with you and this is what you think of submission then yes, you have heard the call, and have been obedient.

    Simple definition: A voluntary continual yielding of our will (Jesus in Garden)

    A way to show the goodness of the gospel (1 Peter 3:1-3, Titus 2:5)

    An opportunity to hope in God (3:5-6)

    An opportunity for thanksgiving (Col. 3:17, Eph. 5:20)

    A way to make ourselves beautiful (1 Peter 3:3-5)

    It seems you have trusted your husban well!These are questions I ask myself about submission.

    Do you trust God to guide your husband as the leader? Do you pray for your husband and his decisions regularly? Do you affirm his leadership and his wise decisions?

    Blessings on your day.
    In His Arms, Beth

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  2. I agree with you. We, as wives, are called to be agreeable. Look at the fighting, heartache, anger, frustration and bitterness that was avoided by simply submitting to your husband. You are so right! Our society doesn't look at submission as a positive thing. However, you are a perfect example of why it works. Thank you for sharing.

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  3. Wonderful post! Submission is not demeaning, as many women may think. It is giving, loving, listening, speaking--just like Christ. If your husband has love for the Lord, then he gives his life to the Lord. If you have love for the Lord, submitting to your husband is a blessing given to you by the Lord. Submission, when steeped in The Word-in Jesus, is a holy act. Submitting to each other--husbands and wives--is a holy act. It is a submission to Jesus. May you and yours continue to be blessed.

    A Submissive and Strong Wife,
    Cynthia

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  4. I am new to studying the bible (raised Lutheran, now getting back to church in my 30s) and have a hard timewith submission. Maybe because I relate it to how women are treated in other countries. My question though is how do you submit when your husband isn't in a healthy place, is making poor choices in running the home, and you know he is wrong, lol.

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