Sarabeth and I are in Florida this week visiting her family. Her sister and brother-in-law flew in from their overseas mission field a couple of weeks ago. They stayed with us for a couple of weeks and last Friday we all packed our Jetta with luggage, bags, CD’s for the road, snacks, four people and four dogs and made the 16-hour trek to Coral Springs Florida, south of Ft. Lauderdale.
My brother-in-law is one of my best friends, so we’ve been able to spend a lot of time talking to each other about life, God, marriage, movies, and books. I walk away from most conversations with him filled with encouragement and a new gusto for going about life the right way.
Yesterday on the beach, as the sun was giving me skin cancer and third degree burns, we talked about marriage.
Like every marriage, Sarabeth and I have our problems, and sometimes it’s good to talk about those problems with someone. At one point, I asked the selfish question, “So what do you suppose is Sarabeth’s problem? Where is she sinning?”
The answer I got:
That was my pride begging the question.
There’s a song by Imagine Dragons called “Demons.” We’ve all got these proverbial demons living inside of us, and when we let people get close enough, those demons come out and tear those we love most apart.
Now, as Christians, I don’t believe we can be indwelled by literal demons, but we’ve been affected by them and inspired by them and their work for so long that we are masters at mimicking them and allowing our inner-selves to act just like soul-destructive demons.
That, or we’re just so self-involved we can’t even know where to begin opening our eyes to our sins.
Today is the first day Prim actually slept in until 6. Needless to say, that was well-deserving of a fist-bump.
But in the last few weeks, Sarabeth would have to wake me up to tell me that Prim is awake so I can take her out. I’m okay with taking her out, it’s just waking up and getting out of bed that I have a problem with. So I often come across as curt and insensitive with my words and actions.
So my brother-in-law posed this question to me:
“If the first thing you do in the morning is show your wife a hostile attitude, imagine how that affects her for the rest of the day.”
The light went on in my head. My pride had blinded me to that simple truth all this time. But now that Prim is waking up at a reasonable time, I wonder if I’ll have a chance to redeem myself.
So when you wake up in the morning next to your spouse, or when you get your kids out of bed, will you communicate to them that you’re upset about being up in the morning, or will you communicate with your words and actions that you’re thankful to be awake and alive under the same roof as the one you love?
In short, will you give your loved ones attitude in the morning and start the day off on the wrong foot, or will you give them fist-bumps and start the day off right, slaying those demons of pride before they storm the castle of your home?