It was Christian's birthday Thursday! Elizabeth took Juliet (starting Wednesday night! You're the best girl. The best!) and we slept in. Then we went out to lunch and went to the grocery store. So exciting I know. But it was the perfect day. We then picked up the Peanut and went to go get ice cream. Finally we came home and Christian went to go play poker. It doesn't sound like much, but Christian and I have come to discover that we are basic kind of people. Simple pleasures work for us. (And the sleeping in, oh the sleeping in!)
But that isn't exactly what I have been meaning to blog about. I have been meaning to blog about how lucky I am to have Christian's leadership in my life. Specifically, his spiritual leadership. I know that there are some women who desire to be in a relationship where they trust their man and he makes the decisions. And I get that in theory...I guess. Who am I kidding, I don't get it, but to each their own I suppose.
But I think that marriage is a lot like raising kids that it looks different for everyone and I say if it works for you (and the Bible doesn't say bad idea) do it. And for us these are some things I have been batting around. I am not saying this is the case for everyone; I am saying this is the case for me.
I am not the easiest person to lead, by anyone. And for Christian....well I think it may feel to him as though he has a cat on a leash. I certainly know that I am pulling sometimes just because I feel like it, not because I have a good reason. But for me I know that I can follow Christian because he loves me so well.
Sometimes I have crazy ideas. Sometimes they are good (the redecoration in the bedroom is shaping up very nicely, and if I get this craigslist dresser under $100), but occasionally I get ahead of myself. When we moved in I really wanted to get chickens. Fresh eggs! They can eat our garbage! Our backyard is huge! It will be sort of fun and eccentric and cost effective! Christian knew better. He was raised around farms. Chickens smell bad, and I can barely keep up with the less than half of the housework that is my responsibility. Now with two under two on the way.....boy am I glad I don't have to go collect eggs. Bending over to get them sounds torturous right now all the while trying to keep the Peanut from plucking feathers out by the fistful and/or not eating the chicken poop....good Lord. (Although the blog fodder would have been priceless....). It was a bad idea.
And when Christian said as much, I was able to listen because he loves me. He consistently has my best interests at heart. Dog because we were new in town and he was gone almost every weekend, okay. Chickens, no. Redecorating, do what I want. He mostly lets me do what I want, so when he says "bad idea" I trust it is one. Plus, it goes both ways. If I am really not down with Christian's plans, he holds off. He hears me. Even when we can't come to an agreement, which is very rarely. I know that I have been heard and my best interests are taken into consideration.
My department head used to love her students into submission. It was unreal. I watched it happen and I still have no clue how she did it. I guess she raised her voice on occasion, but really and truly they believed that she had their best interests at heart and thus they did what she asked.
The best parenting book I have read talks a lot about that. That kids respond to you loving them really well. And setting up loving boundaries is a good thing. Leading kids as parents means setting up situations where it is safe for kids to be them...and sometimes to fail. There wasn't a whole lot of rebelling going on in the house I grew up in. Mostly because we believed that the "No's" weren't arbitrary. We knew our parents wanted what was best for us, and if it wasn't going to hurt us they generally went with "okay".
When I was in Bible study in college one of my leaders called God's boundaries the "electric fence of love". God leads us by loving us. His boundaries are there for a reason, and He only has them because He care about our well being. And sometimes we decide something is a good thing that....well...isn't. Like chickens in the backyard or running my mouth just because I am mad.
When you not only know, but see consistently over time that someone loves you and always has your best interest at heart......it makes following a lot easier.