Any sain individual would have been hysterical at the absurdity in our household.
Mike, unfortunately, had a day that involved inside-out underwear, no lunch and a large pile of work issues.
He had a bad day.
And I knew it.
He asked me to make him cookies. Eager to bring some light to his day, I agreed. But, as the evening wore on, a pile of dishes beckoned along with the procrastinated checkbook, bills, and taxes that needed my attention…immediately.
Overwhelmed with my surmounting list of duties, I opted out of the cookies.
We battled all evening.
I calmly held my position of martyred, overworked wife…until I finally snapped and exploded on his selfishness. And he, of course, bitterly and intensely battled for the one morsel of goodness in his day. It wasn’t just cookies – he wanted me to make them (out of love, of course). And my heart was violently opposed to any devotion of love.
It finally climaxed as he cleaned the kitchen AND cooked the one kind of cookies I hate - Peanut Butter.
A bitter end.
As the day ended and I looked at him fast asleep, the guilt kicked in. I knew I had failed on so many levels.
Even when he provoked me, he needed my love and encouragement. And instead, I dished him out the same dose of conditional love and disregard he had received all day.
But to add to my distasteful failure, I had also been praying for extra grace, patience, and kindness so that I would not explode on him.
And I still exploded.
But, fortunately, my God already is graceful, patient and kind.
Where I am weak, He is so STRONG.
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. 10 That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.
2 Corinthians 12: 9-10