I grabbed my art equipment and headed for the door. My hubby stood over
the sink, washing dishes. I kissed him, and silently paused just to
watch him soaking the soiled plates. The moment was sacred. He was doing
the dishes so that I could live a dream and he was happy to do it. So
many times, I have walked out the door, on way to a radio interview, or a
woman’s meeting and hubby has taken care of the floors or dishes.
Where I am stronger, I boldly lead. Where he is stronger, he helps, he
aids and he settles the fires that can burn out of control especially in
ministry. We help one another and boldly place the Messiah as the head
of our home. Our testimony and our scars have borne witness to the
equality that we have been given as children of God. We never hesitate
to love and serve one another, even in our imperfections, of which we
have plenty.......
I'm writing over at Jessica Galan's this week, about the marriage and equality, join me! When my Husband
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