When is the last time you made a sacrifice, no matter how small for your husband? What does that look like in your world?
There is a movie from the 1990s called "Forget Paris". Below is a clip from the movie that had significant impact on the shaping of how I would treat relationships and marriage. Prior to this scene the two characters Mickey (Billy Crystal) and Ellen (Debra Winger) have an on again off again relationship that began when his father's remains were lost by the French airline where Ellen is employed. This is the moment where they commit to remaining together.
"Nah, we've handled all the big issues. The rest will work itself out."
How often do we forget about these little things, these little sacrifices that can mean so much to those we love? How often do we brush it aside that he prefers this brand of mayonnaise (constant argument in the home I grew up in) or she likes him to write the item on the shopping list that he just emptied (preferably legibly - also a constant problem in the home where I grew up)?
When someone commits the offense of not remembering our own preferences, how do we handle it? Do we smile that little smile, shake our head, and shake it off? Or do we turn it into WWIII? If we turn it into WWIII was it worth it?
I have actually met people who got a divorce because she wouldn't put the car mirrors back where he liked them or he refused to help with the laundry. I wish I were joking, but sadly I'm only keeping their names to protect the "innocent".
Is it worth throwing away all that history and love and life over toothpaste?!?!?!?
When our eyes are on Christ the needs of our families are much easier to meet. It is easier to give of the self when we aren't obsessed with hanging onto that self.
Can you make that sacrifice of self today? How? In what little way can you make someone else's world light up a little bit?