3.21.2005
A Public Confession from a Husband to His Wife
To My Dear Wife,
Please forgive me for how I have treated you these nine months. Although I am awed that my next son is in your belly, I have not yet fully grasped all that it means. I have not honored you in all the many ways that you deserve. You, who have carried our legacy, have not been given the praise and respect due. You have suffered in ways that I will ever know, and have borne your struggle with more dignity than any soldier has ever shown. The world admires men who carry little leather toys, or sing in front of thousands of cheering adolescents, but you are the one who should be esteemed among your peers. I am a selfish man, unable to comprehend my lack of worth compared to my blessed wife. Forgive me for comparing my "work" to your truly honest labor. Forgive me for rolling my eyes when you ask for a cup of ice, forgive me for not doing all that is required for your comfort. Forgive me for not making it known that my wife, with child, is more beautiful than all the women strutting their stuff across this hedonistic nation. Forgive me for not serving you, as I said I would do, and forgive me for not loving you as Christ loves His bride. I am sorry that I am so self-centered, and so unwilling to give up my own comfort. Our children will learn that your pregnant belly is to be honored, they will look upon it with awe and amazement, wondering how it is that you are a part of God's creating power; their small brother inside of you, kicking and flipping, and that God has chosen you as a worthy vessel to bring His children into this world. You are like the aircraft carrier, smuggling warriors into a world that will soon be taken over with the gospel. You are not given the glory for bringing the soldiers to the battle, you are an unsung hero, and even an object of scorn. But not from me, and not from the Lord. For He has chosen you as the means to dispatch His servants, and for that I must honor you. You know that I love you, forgive me for not showing it in the way that is required of me. Have patience with me as God humbles me, and pray that I will bend to His instruction. Thank you for being the most wonderful woman I will ever know.
Love your Husband
To My Dear Wife,
Please forgive me for how I have treated you these nine months. Although I am awed that my next son is in your belly, I have not yet fully grasped all that it means. I have not honored you in all the many ways that you deserve. You, who have carried our legacy, have not been given the praise and respect due. You have suffered in ways that I will ever know, and have borne your struggle with more dignity than any soldier has ever shown. The world admires men who carry little leather toys, or sing in front of thousands of cheering adolescents, but you are the one who should be esteemed among your peers. I am a selfish man, unable to comprehend my lack of worth compared to my blessed wife. Forgive me for comparing my "work" to your truly honest labor. Forgive me for rolling my eyes when you ask for a cup of ice, forgive me for not doing all that is required for your comfort. Forgive me for not making it known that my wife, with child, is more beautiful than all the women strutting their stuff across this hedonistic nation. Forgive me for not serving you, as I said I would do, and forgive me for not loving you as Christ loves His bride. I am sorry that I am so self-centered, and so unwilling to give up my own comfort. Our children will learn that your pregnant belly is to be honored, they will look upon it with awe and amazement, wondering how it is that you are a part of God's creating power; their small brother inside of you, kicking and flipping, and that God has chosen you as a worthy vessel to bring His children into this world. You are like the aircraft carrier, smuggling warriors into a world that will soon be taken over with the gospel. You are not given the glory for bringing the soldiers to the battle, you are an unsung hero, and even an object of scorn. But not from me, and not from the Lord. For He has chosen you as the means to dispatch His servants, and for that I must honor you. You know that I love you, forgive me for not showing it in the way that is required of me. Have patience with me as God humbles me, and pray that I will bend to His instruction. Thank you for being the most wonderful woman I will ever know.
Love your Husband
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I might have to print this one out and give it to my wife! Thanks for posting that one buddy. We husbands need to honor our wives more, especially when she's bearing the burden and blessing of our inheritance. Cheers! (did you happen to read my post about my wife's belly?)
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