It's my Privilege

I got into this poem when I was newly married. You know, those times when things are just all perfect.  It's happily ever after. I didn't realize it would be a real blessing to me after some time.

It's my Privilege

Give me the privilege 

of doing all I can

To be a loving help meet,

To stand behind God's man.

Give me the privilege

of praying for him daily,

of doing all I can for him-

cheerfully and gaily.

Give me the privilege

of giving him to THEE,

and watching as YOU mold him

Into the man You want him to be.

Give me the privilege

To sit beneath his teaching, 

And to realize for the very first time-

"That's my husband preaching!"

My mind goes back to the time when we we're still having our counseling sessions months before the wedding. I was in cloud 9 and I felt like everything about being a wife is just about love, love, love. Of course it still is, but you know what I mean...until I have to do the dishes 3 times a day, clean the house, cook, do his laundry, until I realize he's not perfect, and that I'm not perfect too. There were miserable days when I was thinking, "what did I get into?"

I was so focused with the burden of household chores and the imperfections of my husband rather than to God and His faithfulness to us. And really, the privilege of serving God daily. I thought, serving God is doing "important" things at church only. God's Word reminded me of I Corinthians 10:31. I realize, I can give glory to my Heavenly Father with all the laundry, the dishes, with my cooking, and all the other stuff mother's do. It changed me. God brought me closer to Him. And yes, God actually gave me the privilege to say "that's my husband preaching!" (how did it happen is another looooong story! hahahahahaha...)