Husbands, likewise, dwell with them with understanding, giving honor to the wife, as to the weaker vessel,….1 Peter 3:7a
Ok, be forewarned you may not like what you are about to read. But, lets face it blogging really isn’t about who reads it…it’s really about the one who writes it…and this little Clay Pot is just full of all sorts of interesting things.
Lots of people may point to the verse in 1 Peter and say…”SEEEE…men are supposed to honor their wife.” Yes, they are, but what does honor entail exactly? Buying you presents…making sure you get a spa day? Maybe never arguing with your Supreme Woman of the House persona? Maybe…somedays. But let’s look a little closer…that honor comes along with our being the WEAKER vessel.
WHOA! you say? WAIT, aren’t we supposed to be empowered and strong and superhuman–never sleeping, multi-tasking, child-bearing Super Heros?
Well, look…I like to pretend I look good in skin tight spandex and thigh high boots just as much as the next gal, but truth be told it takes a large portion of energy in the morning just to squeeze myself into a pair of jeans! Super woman I am not! So I’m not super woman, DO I HAVE TO BE WEAK?
No, and yes. We are strong. We do many things and we do them well…but how can our husbands find any joy in helping us (and I’m talking about everything from laundry to opening the door to coming to get us in a raging snow storm because we wrecked the car) IF WE WILL NOT LET THEM BE STRONG (ie. we must be weak)?
We are in a crazy time right now, a blessed, spirit filled time…but crazy none the less…and I need my husbands help. I need him to help me get up in the morning. I need him to take care of our children while I am at work. I need him to help me take care of the meals and cleaning and homeschooling. I am weak…I can’t do it all on my own. And I am blessed to have a husband to is answering God’s call to honor his wife. But listen…he wasn’t always that way. And maybe you are saying that your husband does not honor you–but here is the question…have you stopped for a moment and been weak, been in need of help, been willing to accept help even if it meant that the jeans don’t get folded YOUR way?
I’m learning this. I am learning to be weak…and really let’s face it…it isn’t so much as learning it…as learning to accept it.