Friday began ok. I had cleaned the downstairs and was awaiting hubby to get up and just go do something....well...let me back up..
For months now, we've supposedly been planning on selling one of our 3 vehicles. It's just sitting-no point in
that right? They are all paid off and we need to do some repairs to our house before putting it on the market (part of the
change). So why not sell a car...here in lies the dilema. See..it's his baby and I hate selling it too, but ya know..some things can't last forever and I believe if it's his hearts desire, God will bring another car when the time is right....(that's my thoughts on that one-which we agreed upon)
Fast forward to Thursday..a man, out of the blue knocks on our door and wants to buy it (granted it didn't have a sign on the car) and I'm thinkin' "Praise the Lord! God is sending someone that I've been prayin' for!". (We had to buy a battery for the car, because it has been sitting and the battery hadn't been changed since before we got it.) I tell the guy to come back tomorrow because it wouldn't start until a new battery was put it~which is the only thing wrong with the wonderful, cherished car of his. (I know, a man and his car~whole nother story)
Friday morn came and like I said I was just waiting for him to get up to go get the battery. So he gets up, everything is fine. We go to the mall (where Sears is) and buy the battery.
We were fine until we get into a huge argument over the fact that he apparently has had the car listed for months now and has had
3 offers!! None of which he has taken! Was I a little pissed??Yes! I felt lied to. I felt like he was hiding something. I don't like that.We didn't talk for the rest of the day.......on to Saturday.
Saturday was our church
family picnic. (notice I highlighted family) They usually play softball with the Pastor first, then lunch and all throughout the day games for the kids. I let him go early and play for almost 2 hours while the kids and I got ready. Thinking that he could help with them when I got there, seeing he would have had time to enjoy himself (by himself...no children). I get there and about that time it's lunch. He helps Jordybug get her lunch, he sits with us and eats. As soon as he's done, he retreats to the softball field AGAIN.....I'm really pissed now....."HELLO...I think you could possibly help with the kids!!!" his response "I've gotta finish the game" mine "how long is
that gonna take??" him "Until 3 when it's over...we play until the championship" me "THAT WAS SO NOT THE PLAN....I'M LEAVING!" See...on top of all of this crap, the boys were acting disobedient and back talking, it was hot as you know what and I was
so over it!
I went home and put everyone to a well needed nap including myself, while he played his precious softball (all trying to impress others-)...... I sent him an email (a very to the point and pissed email I might add)
3:30 rolls around and I heard him walk in the door. He came up, but didn't wake me. I was glad. I didn't want to talk. I didn't want to fight.
I woke a little later and started dinner. Not speaking is easier for me-no arguments doin' that. He got my point. He realized what a jerk he'd been. I ignored the fact that he was rubbing my back while I was making dinner (all while trying to talk to me-I not havin' it)...I tried to ignore (however not an easy task considering I love when he does that! It melts me and he knows it) him.
The kids wake and he wants to go pick up some drinks since we're all out. We're slightly joking about silly stuff...so we're kinda talkin'. He gets ready to leave and he leans down to kiss me (another thing that melts me to pieces) and he breaks down. I mean slight tears (he's really a softy...) "I don't want you to ever think I don't love you. I'm not saying what I did was right at all. You have the right to be mad. Just don't think I don't love you. I do... I really love you. I'm sorry.".......
Okay Gals....How could I not forgive him??? It didn't make it right, God just made him see where he was wrong. I love that about him...I love him. I forgave him.
Love always wins when you let it.
P.s.... I wasn't all right either-I could've acted in love first. Silence is my hiding place sometimes. God has to help me with that one.