I like percolated coffee. He likes it French pressed. I like
mine with cream. He likes it black. We’re on the road with four children for
twoandahalf weeks of smoldering hot July, pulling the weight of a camper
and a collision of differences.
When camping, he likes the tasty blend brewed simply and quickly
with the French Press. Yet, it tastes too instant and slightly bitter to me.
I’m willing to spend a little more time percolating the coffee
for a more full bodied flavor. He doesn’t taste the difference.
And we each think our own preference is the better of the two.
But we compromise. On mornings that we are staying through the
day, we use the percolator and on mornings we are heading on the road, we use
the French press.
And that is what we learn to do in marriage – compromise.
Yet, it’s easy to compromise over coffee. However, when
circumstances leave one feeling attacked, underappreciated, or devalued, it
can leave one defensive and scrambling. Learning to compromise in marriage
can still leave one thinking better; one right. It can leave one proud and
still bitter.
We’re preparing to journey toward the second destination on the
third morning of our trip and I’m still feeding the children breakfast and he’s
ready to pull the slideouts in and hook up the camper.
"Didn't we talk about getting on the road by 9:00 in order
to hit all the points in Yellowstone and make it to Jackson Hole by
dinner?" he wonders. I hear the disapproval in his tone.
We’re on vacation and I haven’t even looked at the clock. I
camouflage the feeling that I can't measure up with the need to be right then
stumble out the door of the camper, ushering kids ahead of me to the playground
while he finishes up.
The tears flow beyond the protection covering my eyes. I’m mad
at him and frustrated with me and I point the finger at God.
And that’s okay because God doesn’t get defensive or become bitter,
like me, when one points the finger at him. Because directing our pain toward
God actually begins to expose the thief that lays dormant waiting for its
trigger.
I brush the evidence off of my cheeks and oblige to play a
lifesized game of checkers with my oldest son. I try to be present but only go
through the motions, as false messages continue to flow into the open, exposed,
and truth begins to seep in.
“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my
mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your
works are wonderful, I know that full well.” Psalm 139:12, 13
He walks over and says we’re hitched and ready to go. I don’t
look him in the eye. I still want to find a way to be right. He’s patient now
and gathers the other three children from the sand pile, watches us a minute,
and then says they’ll be waiting for us at the campsite.
We finish our game and I must choose. Choose to stand in a
puddle of pride or to walk back.
We arrive and I climb into the passenger seat of the SUV. He
takes my hand and apologizes for being short.
I tell him our differences don’t make one less than the other.
He knows that. It’s me that needs reminded.
The defensive surge settles and I no longer feel the need to be
right. I simply recognize our reality like our coffee preferences and my
ability to choose differently. I recognize my ability to be more
thoughtful and helpful to him, and to go out of my way to put him before myself
– before my ideas, my rights, and my sense of worth.
And something tells me he’s working out the same resolutions in
his own heart and mind.
But it wouldn’t matter if he’s not. Because compromise in
marriage is not a 50/50.
Compromise, in marriage, is more than a settlement. It is an
offering – a 100% offering of self.
“One of the greatest gifts you can give your husband (spouse) is
your wholeness. The most effective tool in transforming him may be
your own transformation.” Stormie Omartian, the Power of a Praying Wife
There is no condition to this union. Only grace. Because grace
is the free gift that fills the gaps and covers our failures.
And when I lay my burdens before the throne, Christ replaces
them with truth, revealing my worth in Him, and opening my eyes to see clearly
the man he created differently, yet perfectly for me.
Two days later we prepare to hit the road toward our third
destination and I French press our coffee like we agreed, pour two cups, offer
one to a much more relaxed man, then take a sip myself. And that coffee just
brewed by the simple, quick, and less appreciated French Press? tastes just
right.
No. Better than the percolated kind the morning before.
And over the duration of our trip, the percolator makes its way
to the back of the cupboard, shoved behind pots and skillets that are
frequently used, as I choose to brew coffee with the French Press each morning
for the remainder of our trip.
Thoughts on how to love your spouse intentionally:
1. The next time you feel frustrated with your spouse, take your
frustrations to God before unloading them on your spouse no matter how
justified you feel.
2. Pray for the Holy Spirit to enable you to give 100% of
yourself today by loving your spouse without condition.
3. Think about something that makes you and your spouse
different by design. Now go and thank your spouse for that quality.
**Disclaimer: I believe this message builds a strong marriage
that works when Christ is at the center. It is not a message meant for an abusive
marriage in need of intervention.
- Theresa Miller, MOPS Mom
Theresa is a wife and mother of four children (3, 5, 7, and 9), who are embarking on their first year of homeschooling. Theresa has been involved in Sheridan MOPS for the last 9 ½ years, serving in multiple leadership positions, including Day MOPS Coordinator in 2007-2008. She took one year off, then started the Sheridan Evening MOPS group in September 2009. Theresa has published an article with MOPS International MOMSnext Ezine, in addition to other on-line publications. You can find Theresa encouraging mothers on her blog, Heavenly Glimpses.
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