A Work In Progress

I come from a long line of fiery women who like to control a situation and have things go their own way. I am not sure how far generationally it goes back, but I am guessing Eve was the one to start it all. I am not saying any of this to be disrespectful in anyway to those that went before me--I picked up the torch all on my own.

I was contemplating this fact this weekend while Mark and I went away to celebrate our 22nd anniversary. As we drove and spent time together, I thought back to previous trips in the years past. A missed turn could cause an argument of "I told you so" or a left behind stake for the tent for camping could have ended up in icy silence.

This weekend, there were a number of times when we each saw something two different ways or heard or understood something differently, something so minute and tiny that could have caused a fight on anniversaries past, and instead, we could laugh it off. I might say something like, "You could be right, of course, I could be right, too!" That little stupid stuff just doesn't matter.

Sometimes too often yet, those little things still matter, and I have a hard time letting go. Forgetting about it, moving on and not seeing things as all or nothing--I am still a work in process as I learn to trust God in all situations and lay down my 'right' to be right.

Jesus was right every moment He walked this earth, and He laid down everything and took it all to the cross.

The least I could do is lay down my need to win an argument and control a situation. 22years later, our marriage is a work in progess!