Yesterday was a day that I’ll look back on for a while. Nothing really crazy happened. Except for that play at the end of the Redskins game… that was a little wacky. But in terms of our marriage, it was just a typical Sunday! We did two things – switched the outlets from beige to white and caulked our bathtub. Both chores are one person chores. You can’t get a more individualized project than sticking screwdrivers in outlets for an hour. But out of this, I learned a lesson – a good one.
We got home from church and Lowes, and I asked Chad if he wouldn’t mind replacing the outlets that had been open for a couple months. We both agreed it would be an ideal time to work on this, so he started. But before he did, he asked if I would help him. Help? How? Why? This was his chore because he was the one with the knowledge and the guts to fool around with electrical work. I ended up flipping breakers, but really I just sat there and watched. Later that night, he asked if I could help him caulk the bathroom. Sure. How? Why? There is only room for one person in the tub, we only have one caulk gun, and… yea. That’s it! No room for help! But again, he asked if I could just sit there. To my practical, must busy myself, “Martha,” mindset, I was confused about how this was actually helping.
The Lord God said, “It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him.”
– Genesis 2:18
Why should I be confused or frustrated or want to do something on my own when Chad asks for my help? This morning I was struck with conviction. God made me a helper. Chad was just saying, “Come. Be who you are and sit by my side.” And I’m humbled once again.