Being unequally yoked is hard.
Listen to me all you unmarried girls, ladies, women. It’s hard. There’s a reason Christ told us not to be unequally yoked.
I married my husband when we were both lost in the world.
Then I came to know the Lord and a few years later, so did he. After only a year, though, he stopped going to church and that’s where we are now.
There’s pain in the choices he makes. I feel like we don’t even live in the same world, let alone time zone. I have to constantly remind myself that my eyes, my ears, my mouth – are all filtered through the Word of God. The Holy Spirit is my veil. My husband doesn’t have that veil. So to be upset at his choices or his words is not really fair.
I used to argue with him, trying to get him to see the error of his ways and his thinking. But that doesn’t work. I know that now.
So I don’t argue. I let him make his choices and I try not to make him feel guilty over them.
Its hard when my husband, who used to read his Bible and agreed with me about situations or issues, now thinks I take my “religion” too seriously. Who tells me not to force it on the children.
I cry to God on especially hard days. I cry out to God and ask Him to show me my husband in His eyes – not my eyes. To love my husband through these hard times. To not open my heart to sin by allowing myself to think negative thoughts towards the man who is my head. Who else is praying for my husband, if not me? Who else can show him love and tenderness, if not me? Who else can pray him into the Kingdom of God, if not me? I praise God on Sundays with outreached arms and a broken heart to send me where he wants and I’ll follow Him anywhere… but I can’t love on my husband? Hypocrite! Brood of vipers! I can just hear Jesus calling down to me from heaven!
So no matter what my husband gives me, or doesn’t give me. No matter how he treats me. No matter the words he says to me. I will continue to love him and pray for him. I will never deny him dinners or love. I will never call a friend to complain about him. I will never put him down. I will love on him. Pray over him. Lift up his spirits. He is my cross to bear and I will do so joyfully.
Jesus died for my sins.
So I too, pray intecessory prayers over my husband. I pray for his sinful words and sinful lifestyle to be put on me – for I am innocent of them. I pray that God will forgive me for my husbands sins, so that he may have a chance. It’s hard to pray that sometimes, but Jesus did it for me. I love my Jesus so much. I want to be more like Him. And so I take my husbands sins and do the same.
And then I testitfy. I stand boldly and testify that my husband open his eyes and heart and bow his life down to the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. That he will one day become a man of God and lead his family in a righteous way through these end times. My husband will be a man of God. He will be baptized by water, then by the fire of the Holy Spirit. He will prophesy. He will lead his boys and love his girls.
Praise God! I praise God for His promises. I praise God for His love. I praise God for who He is. I have to praise God, because if I didn’t I would drop into the deepest, darkest, blackest dispair from which I couldn’t recover from. And so I praise God in the bad times, and I don’t stop. I shout praises to Him in my house. I shout praises to Him in my car. I shout praises to Him from within my soul.
Tomorrow is a new day to do it all over again.
But today is all I think about.
Today is all I can take, all I can handle.
He gives me strength for it.
And for that, I praise Him again.
Wrapped in His grace and mercy,