If this was Freaky Friday (the original with Jodie Foster, of course!) and my husband and I switched roles. What would happen?
Not in the context of our friends asking, “Why is Barry wearing leopard print peep toe shoes?” Or “Why is Stephanie building a bonfire in the backyard to cook wild game?”
But, would God-sized dreams still flourish in our home?
I wonder. . .
If my husband came home one day from work and told me he felt like God was calling him to quit his job and start his own company, would I have listened calmly and been supportive? Or would I have asked twenty questions at a rapid pace and tried to hide my panic, feeling insecure and curious about his ability to ‘hear.’
I wonder. . .
Would I have told him “I trust you. I don’t care if we have to sell everything we own and live in a trailer, you’re going to do this. You need to live your dream.” Or would I have questioned every move he made in fear.
I wonder. . .
If he had told me that he doesn’t have a business plan and needs time to figure things out, would I have been patient? Or would I have asked every day how things are going, start to push, and turn into a nag.
I wonder. . .
Would I tell everyone I meet about his new opportunity and how smart I think it is? Or would I try to keep the focus on the other person’s ‘stuff,’ so I don’t have to answer what my husband does.
I wonder. . .
Would I be secure that God will pay the bills and send him to conferences we can’t at the moment afford, but know is in God’s plan? Or would I be checking our bank accounts every few moments, asking when the next client will be paying their invoice, and start to get a stingy heart.
I wonder. . .
Why I’ve assumed my husband would have such unbelievable faith in me. And why I’ve been so quick to take it for granted.
I wonder. . .
How can I ever thank him for being the Godly man that stands beside me when I need a hand to hold, backs me when I need someone to fall into, and gets down on his knees when I need a lift through his prayers.
I wonder. . .
Do you have a person in your life that is helping you accomplish your dreams? Will you recognize it? How will you thank them?
{Update: I read this post to my husband, out loud. He actually let me. When I was finished, I heard a sniffle. He had tears in his eyes and a smile on his face. Enough said.}
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