There was a sudden change of plans on Saturday.  I told my husband that I wanted to use the spare time to take a friend to a Saturday night service.  He said that he wanted to go to church too.  He said that because I had nursery duty in the morning, he could go to a Saturday night service and “not have to get the kids up so early.”  “But Honey,” I rebutted, “I can’t focus on caring for a friend then.  It’s like in I Corinthians 7 where it says that single women can focus on serving the Lord, but married women have to focus on their husbands…and three crazy children.” So, that last part was a paraphrase.  I ended up not being able to reach the friend and hurriedly went to church with my husband (as he wished) to hear a replica of the service that I would miss during nursery duty.

The next morning, I wanted to get up and have a morning where I had the bliss of only scheduling myself.  8:00-8:30 read the Bible, 8:30-9:00 jog, 9:00-whenever I was done getting ready, leave before 10, be early for nursery duty.  That was the plan.  At 7:56, I was making my morning hot beverage and considering the scripture that I posted on my cabinet.

I Peter 3:5, 6 For this is how the holy women who hoped in God used to adorn themselves, by submitting to their own husbands, as Sarah obeyed Abraham, calling him lord. And you are her children, if you do good and do not fear anything that is frightening.

I was nestled in my spot, equipped with a mug, Bible, and laptop.  8:05, my husband, who had woken up and perched himself on a nearby couch, asked if I had fed the fish.  I did it then for the same reason I feed the fish while my children are watching; I was hoping that the movement of the shimmery creatures would deter his attention away from me.  He, instead, gave me a play by play of the fish.

8:15, he told me that the whole family was going to leave together.  Wait, wait, wait…yesterday, there was a big to-do about not having to get up and go in the morning and now you’re telling me that you’re going to leave at the same time as you would to get to church, yet when we travel as a collective, we’re always late…and I can’t be late today.  I was stringing sentences together like that as I was talking to him too.  There was a 45 minute discussion about the logic involved in his planning.  I told him that he was not only illogical, but his lack of logic cost me my Bible reading time and the majority of my jogging time.

It all simmered in my head while the shortened jog cut into the getting ready time.  I was mad that I was going to get to make a list (including devotions, exercise, volunteer work, lesson plans, church, and small group Bible study…all good stuff that needs to be done anyway) and accomplish it and neither he nor the spawn were going to prevent me from finishing.  I simmered down but still in my righteous indignation.  I mean, for goodness sake, I wanted to take the time to hear a message from the Lord and my husband wasn’t even going to stop bothering me and trying to change my plans long enough to sit down and read according to my schedule!

For this is how the holy women who hoped in God used to adorn themselves, by submitting to their own husbands, as Sarah obeyed Abraham, calling him lord.

Waaaaaaiiiiit.  Did I just ignore the obvious lesson right my (flaring) nose?

So, as we all rode to church together (ahem.), I apologized to my husband.  He gets to change my plans.  I can’t claim that my husband is getting in my way of serving the same Lord to Whom my husband has to answer.