This week God told me that I’m scared! Yeah, He did.
We are winding up our beautiful get away in Watamu and My hubby asks me to read him a verse. I go to 1 Peter Chapter three because I know it has that final verse that tells husbands “in the same way be considerate as you live with your wives, and treat them with respect as the weaker partner and as heirs with you of the gracious gift of life, so that nothing will hinder your prayers.”
I have been complaining that sometimes he fights with me like a man, then I’m left to cry because I can only take in so much. We have already talked about it and now all things look so bright. Bright enough to read 1st Peter 3. I hadn’t fully remembered that it starts with “Wives submit…” otherwise I would have chosen a scripture that says, “Write your name across my heart..” Oh, wait, that one doesn’t exist! 😛
So I hurriedly read past the submission verses, anxious to get to the ‘considerate’ part. The last verse before ‘considerate’ jumps right out of the page to my heart. “You are her daughters if you do what is right and do not give way to fear.”
If you haven’t read 1 Peter 3, it’s the one that tells us to call our husbands ‘my lord’ or ‘my master’ like Mrs. Abraham did. I chuckle and marvel at the thought of calling Kamana ‘my lord’. Makes him feel like he is the President! But then again, I think that is the idea.
That submission debate has been around for long, and today’s woman is has become louder and bolder in stamping her refusal to submit. I remember watching a wedding show on TV once and the lady said boldly that she was offended when the pastor talked about submission. No wonder Bi Msafwari has suffered a lot of opposition from women who feel ‘sat on’.
And I’m ashamed to admit that I have been one of these women. Many times I have felt like she is demanding too much of women. That the man is allowed to just be while we have to do all the ‘mpokelee mume, mpashie maji ya kuoga moto, mpakulie chakula, mlishe… sigh! And last weekend, I discovered just why we do not want this submission thingie preached to us anymore. We have given way to fear.
I have been afraid that if I let my husband’s decision take the day without putting in a fight, then something will go wrong. I have been afraid of not being heard, and so I shouted louder with my actions. I have been afraid of being led, wanting my know-it-all attitude have supremacy over godliness and humility. Just as I am afraid to let my husband lead me unhindered and unopposed, maybe I am afraid to let God lead me too.
After we talked about this afraid thing, I prayed to God to let me trust Him and trust in the brilliant, handsome man he gave me to. As I show my husband that I trust him to lead me without me becoming hard headed, he too will lead me with wisdom. Knowing I have truly trusted him prompts him to make decisions that will not give him an I-told-you-so look. All woman are blessed with that look!
So this is me inviting all of you modern independent women to step out of the fear zone into the ‘my lord’ submission zone. This week, call your husband, ‘my lord’, ‘my master’, wash his feet if you can. Do something he has always thought you can’t do. And let him take the wheel, without you trying to step on the brakes and clutch and showing him directions.
Let us do what is right and not give way to fear.