35: The Two Shall Become One

35: The Two Shall Become One

From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Devotional Stories for Wives

The Two Shall Become One

By Donna Teti

By the seventh day God had finished the work he had been doing; so on the seventh day he rested from all his work. Then God blessed the seventh day and made it holy, because on it he rested from all the work of creating that he had done.

~Genesis 2:2-3

“Hon, come on! You promised to be ready!” I yelled to my husband, Marc, trying to hide the irritation in my voice. “We should have left ten minutes ago for the party!” I looked out the window. Marc had not even begun to clean up. The wheelbarrow filled with dirt was still there as he continued to work with the rake in our vegetable garden.

“Sorry, hon, just a few more minutes,” he answered, oblivious to my annoyance. Every weekend, it was the same. Marc was up at the crack of dawn on Saturdays with projects lined up for the whole weekend.

Not me! My weekdays were filled with laundry, cooking, food shopping, cleaning, and driving the kids back and forth to activities. When the weekend came, I wanted to relax and have some fun! As the kids got older, there were less chores, but I still looked forward to weekends when I could unwind with a good book or a long nap!

Marc found my naps as annoying as I found his mile-long list of things to do. He would just be ready to turn the music up full volume while he painted a door or washed the car when I would announce, “I’m going to take a little nap!” The music was lowered, but I could see the aggravation in his eyes. Many times, we ended up arguing over his projects and my naps, and how we should spend our weekends.

Through the years, we prayed often. Please, God, help us to stop arguing over this! Help him/her to see my point of view!

I’d like to say change came quickly, but it did not . . . it was a slow process. Yet as we both continued to pray and work hard at our marriage, God opened our eyes, and we began to appreciate how each of us enjoyed our weekends in different ways.

Now, I often find Marc taking a break on the back porch to read a chapter from a book or magazine. Other times, he finds me joyfully surrounded by flats of zinnias and snapdragons on a Saturday afternoon, completely engaged in a gardening project.

But I knew we had changed a lot when we were heading to a family party this past weekend. “What time do you want to go, dear?” Marc asked.

“Well, Bill said any time after 3:00, but I’d like to finish washing this kitchen floor first. How about 4:30?” I answered.

“That’s great!” Marc smiled. “That will give me just enough time to sneak in a little nap.”

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