Taking Out the Trash, Part 2

Ok, so do you remember the last post I wrote about really behaving as though Jesus was my Lord? (If not you can go read it below.) Well, I don't smoke crack or binge drink or commit obvious "big" sins, but my disobedience is just as bad in several small quiet ways in my heart of hearts that can lead to unnecessary stress and angst in my life at times. It's not like I am a non functioning looney tune, but I can give myself the wrong messages and listen to my feelings instead of the truth at times. Last night I could have gone to that place of rejection and gone my usual route of sweet manipulation with my husband, but INSTEAD I chose to remind myself of my promise that I made and told God where I was at and asked for His help. I gave my anxiety to Him and HE HEARD ME. I don't know if any of you get how important that can be to someone who regresses to a little girl who doesn't feel heard at times, but it was a BIG deal to me. The actual situation at the time would not seem like a big deal to many, but it mattered to me and my history. I usually don't explain it very well to my husband and things end up in disagreement, but God took care of all that for me once I let it go, because... GUESS WHAT. Without any prompting, crying, beseeching from me, my husband did exactly what I needed right at that very moment. And he could do it genuinely, and freely because I allowed God to prompt him, not his emotional wife. Praise God.