EPHESIANS 5: 22

Wives submit yourself unto your own husbands, as unto the Lord.

by Robin

This is such a popular verse in the Bible, ........




If you're a woman, you'd love to hate it if it wasn't the word of God. If you're a man, you love it. It is even more special if you're a wife-beater with a mullet, crushing beer cans on your forehead and flying a rebel flag..... but let's not go there this morning. Anyhow, there are many ways women can submit to their husbands without actually becoming their slaves. The verse is not intended to make woman a slave to her husband and I firmly stress that at our home.

Last night, I had the tv remote FIRST. Dancing with the Stars had just come on and Jack walked in from the computer room late. I had it. I had it first.. na na na na booo booo. Ooo, wait, that's not very submissive. I was on one couch and he the other. In a customary manner, I got up on the commercials to finish up the big pans in the kitchen and tidy it up. Jack asked for the remote. The coveted remote that I so rarely get my hands on.

Now, I don't really need the remote from the kitchen. I really shouldn't stay with the remote on the couch during the commercials because the dishes won't do themselves. Hmmm... ok..... I'll be a submissive wife and give him the remote. Very lazily, I might add, with elbow propped up on the couch he has an outreached hand, much like a baby bird waiting for the worm. I saw it but the rebel in me was screaming, "Don't do it girl." It was like good angel, bad devil sitting on my shoulders telling me how lazy & demanding his hand looked. How do I fulfill Eph 5:22 and still be a rebel at heart?

Well, the middle child in me won out. I put the remote on the table in front of him. Not the birdy hand, but close enough. With little eyes watching us, they could see the birdy hand make open & shut movements, wanting its remote. I saw it, but now I had to address if I was going to be openly rebellious or submissive.

I stood a second and look at the bird and then the remote. I glanced around at my dear children's eyes afixed to the remote, the birdy and their mama. There was only thing that a good, submissive middle-child mama could do. I walked around to the back of the couch and pushed the birdy, I mean hand, closer to the remote.

We all burst out laughing for a few minutes. I had won. He got his own remote, everyone was laughing and I kept my dignity at the same time.

I'm so thankful that Jack loves me for me. He accepts my rebellious spirit and middle-child personality. He knows I would wait on him hand & foot if he were really helpless, but......... he wasn't.