Respect Works for Me
I used to be your common,typical girl. I had a personal Jiminy Cricket whispering in my ear "Let the culture be your guide!" I let the culture tell me what to do in every situation. I grew up believing I was smarter than most men, knew more about life than pretty much everyone (especially men) and didn’t have a lot of use for men. Yet I wanted to be deeply loved, known by one special man and to build a life with someone that would last forever.
Things were going pretty well, but were never to the level I had dreamed of. I kept trying to be in charge of our family, always generously sharing my knowledge of everything and pretended like my relationships just weren’t that important to me.
Then life called my bluff. People were tired of my ever flowing fountain of knowledge, and began to withdraw because they didn’t feel important. I went into panic mode and tried all the harder to pretend I didn’t need anyone and had complete control.
I started to look around and took inventory. I was doing all the things the feminists did and acting like the strong women on TV. Why wasn’t it working for me?
Because God wasn’t calling me to be a feminist or to be like anyone else. He was calling me to respect everyone. That required a complete overhaul of my life. I knew what God wasn’t calling me to, so who was I? What was He asking of me?
The following are three of the many things God did when he performed major heart surgery on me:
- Showed me His commands in His Word. Respecting everyone isn’t just a helpful suggestion, it’s a command from God. (1 Peter 2:17)
- Remonstrated His love, which allowed me to love others from His overflow. This eliminated my need for control.
- Taught me that men need to be respected as the leader of the home, the provider,the achiever, protector, and as a person worthy of deep intimacy.
He has taught me much, loved me much. Respect works for me this Wednesday and every day.
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