This morning my husband and I went to my mom’s house. He wanted to work on the attic ladder that had broken, even though we had hired someone else to work on it. While he worked on it, I felt frustration because I didn’t understand what he was doing or the logic behind it. When I found myself beginning to feel angry, I stopped myself before it even started. I trust my husband more than anyone else in the world and even when he does something I don’t understand or agree with, I have learned to just believe in him. I follow his lead because I love and trust him. I know that he won’t abandon me, and he won’t lead me in the wrong direction.
It’s ironic because yesterday, I worked on a project with my brother and found myself getting angry and frustrated. I couldn’t do the same with him. The problem is I don’t trust him. I know he will abandon me as soon as he gets the chance, and he is capable of leading me off a cliff if it will benefit him.
Yet, God wants me to love my brother, too. I do love him. I just don’t trust him. I try my best to treat him with kindness, understanding, and patience, too. It is just so much more difficult with him. It makes me think about the idea that the people who are the hardest to love are probably the ones who need love the most. I’m not sure, but I will continue to try to do as God commands and love all my brothers and sisters in Christ as I would love myself even those that are a challenge to love.
My faith saved me. May God’s love reside in all of our hearts.
