Last night my wife sat with her feet up while I dazzled her with my entertaining skills of singing, cooking, and dancing… simultaneously, I might add. I decided that it was important for me to make dinner. You would think it would be because she does it 99% of the time and it’s only fair that I do it here and there, but you’d be wrong.
You might be thinking that I made dinner for my wife so I could get some type of reward, but it wasn’t even Tuesday night so that’s out of the question. You might be thinking that I did it so I could write a blog post about it and while that isn’t a bad guess, I honestly didn’t even know I was going to write this until now.
The real answer is because I actually love my wife. I love her. I love to serve her. I love to treat her. I love to make her feel special. I love to surprise her. I love to see her smile. I love to make her laugh. It wouldn’t have mattered if throwing all the different and random free ingredients (we already had them in the house) created something inedible.
What mattered most was spending time with her. What mattered was giving her a chance to relax and put her feet up. What mattered was seeing her smile and hearing her laugh. And, it didn’t hurt that it actually turned out to be quite tasty. When it’s all said and done, she is what matters and we got to enjoy time together.
I am writing this, because I am going to need everyone in my life to hold me accountable and continue to make time for her, because I am about to start another job. I will be working seven days a week and trying to balance, work and church, ministry and marriage, faith, family, friends, and everything in between. Help me stay on track and be sure that you do whatever it takes to keep your priorities in the right order. #WhatMattersMost