I am here to tell you folks, obedience is a nice long word. Obedient is only slightly smaller. But they both mean one must obey. Why do I struggle with that little word, sometimes? I sure would love to know.
This morning (Wednesday) as Hoss was leaving for work he gave me a sweet, warm bear hug. I love his hugs. As I turned to walk away he gave me two soft swats on my nightgown clad bottom. "Obey," was all he said before releasing me. Who else gets those little flutters in their tummy when their man says to, "Obey?" I smiled to myself, promising myself that I would do just that. To Hoss I mumbled an, "Okay," or a "Yes," I truly do not remember. I was too caught up in my own mind about that little word.
Later this morning Hoss and I were texting back and forth about a meal I was preparing for a friend of his from work. I was going on and on about what my ideas were and his reply...Pick three things. That's all that is needed. He reminded me that I had been having a lot of foggy brain this week and I was setting myself up for failure. His little pats on my bottom and telling me to obey came screaming back to my head. Obey. Such a tough tough word.
He was right of course. Be careful and gentle with myself. It also means I obey him. But I wrestle with this. I want to. I desire to. My human nature is to just fight against him. There isn't a reason those feelings pop out. He is seriously trying to make life easier for me. Just trying to work through those feelings. Submit. Obey. That's what I need to do. Just pray I can do it. Does anyone else struggle like this? Can I be the only one?