2-08pm
This happened over last the weekend. I don’t know how we both got all hot and bothered, but we did. We were on our way down to the beach and something was said that sparked a row. I let rip and instead of acknowledging how I was feeling, Mike defended his behaviour! That made me even more mad – I was as mad as a snake! Anyway, we arrived at the beach and I sullenly (yes, sullenly!) did my usual thing of walking across to the beach wall and taking a photo before locking my phone away. As I walked back from numbly taking the photo, I pondered about walking home. That made me feel good. I would show him! I will just walk home! He can go and do whatever he wants to do, OKAY! But then I looked at my slip-slops and figured a 4km walk home in them wasn’t really going to work.
In stony silence we walked to the bench. Mike went for his run. I got in the sea and that cheered me up. It distracted me and certainly cooled me off.
About 15 minutes later, I saw Mike arrive. Now, this is where there was going to be a problem. We have a sort of habit. He goes for a run. I stay in the water until he comes. We have a wet, salty hug and then we get out. What were we going to do about the wet, salty hug? I was swimming quite close to the cat walk and turned around to swim back. I saw him walking into the sea towards me, with a sheepish grin on his face. I smiled back. He apologised. I apologised. We had a wet, salty hug and he got out. (It was the day the water was so freezing cold and I stayed in). A little while later, while we were walking to the car, he said, “Everything that was said is cancelled out. We start again, deal?” “Oh yes,” I agreed!
When we got home, we were sitting in the lounge and were just saying to each other what we would say if we were counselling a younger couple about the stress and tension of life. Some seasons are stressful. They happen. This is life. It ebbs and if flows. There are good times and there are hard times. There are winters and autumns, summers and springs. The next couple of months will be a bit stressful, but it will be of a short duration and things will improve after that. So we need to just ‘white knuckle’ it….be as supportive with each other as we can and just take this as par for the course.
Everything was better after that. It was a big, fat argument with my husband! He’s great! Wouldn’t swap him for the world!
James 1:17
Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.
Keep the smile going!
God bless you!
In His Grip,
Helga xx 🙂
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