My husband – much like his father – gets things done on his own time schedule. If I ask him to fold the laundry or wash the dishes, he will do it, but perhaps not in the time frame I would desire. In certain instances this has been a struggle in our marriage because I end up doing the task myself because I just want it done. Even as I type there’s a basket of laundry waiting to be folded and it is taking some restraint to blog rather than fold said laundry.
What I’ve learned in the last few months is that, even if it isn’t necessarily on my time frame, it is important to let him serve me. If I’ve asked him to do something, or if he’s offered to help, I need to let him do just that. Jumping in and doing the task myself gets it done, but it robs him of the chance to serve, to pitch in, and to love me. When I jump in and take care of whatever chore or task it may be, I am essentially telling him that I don’t need him, I can do it myself. Rather than be patient with him, I tell him by my actions that my way is better and that I just couldn’t wait for him. Continue reading