The story goes like this:
I have been wanting to move, for the past six months since we've been in this new city, I've been wanting to move back where we came from. I submitted to coming here against all my better judgement and wishes because my husband wanted to try it. Once we got here, I bluntly told him I didn't like it (not the best course of action as I look back on it =). I didn't put much effort into making this new place my home. I complained and finally, I tried to rationally plead my case. After thinking over my last attempt at coercion, my husband finally gave in and started making arrangements for us to move.
Now this is NOT success. On the contrary, I looked at this as a huge failure on my part. I couldn't be happy about the decision to move back, as much as I had wanted it! I looked at my husband's face and knew he was disappointed. I told him I didn't want to do it if he would be resentful of me. He insisted he wouldn't be. It didn't take a book to tell me what I knew in my heart I had to do. I had been so unpleasant about things the first go around, I felt I owed him better. I owed it to him to support him in his desire to try something new and different, whatever his reasons may be for doing so. I felt I would be stifling him if I allowed him to give in to what I wanted. I took a deep breath and asked God for the strength to keep the promise I was about to make...I told my husband that if he wanted to stay, I would do what I could to help him make it work. I told myself that I would do this with a good/pleasant spirit.
It took a LOT out of me to do that, I do not like where we have moved to, it is the opposite of what I had always envisioned for myself and my children. I made financial sacrifices to help him make this possible, and I struggle daily to be okay with this decision and to keep my word and be pleasant, I'm just being honest. So far I am doing okay...I'm gonna keep praying though!
A few days after our conversation about staying, while checking my facebook updates, I noticed a post from my husband. I always read his posts because he RARELY posts anything. He writes:
"I would like to facebook publicly thank my wife for her many years of
help to me and my children. She has sacrificed a lot for me and she
never really gets the appreciation she deserves. Allah says little it is
that we give thanks. I am grateful."
Now the Minister just gave a lecture on vanity a few weeks ago, (check it out at www.noi.org) so I had to check myself at first (didn't want to get a big head, lol). But in the end I really enjoyed the sentiment, my heart was screaming, AWWWW!
The next day he looked at me and made sure he thanked me for dinner, which was nothing fancy - soup, salad and bread, but I could tell he was really trying to be appreciative.
Allah says "little it is that we give thanks", so I am thankful that my little efforts are appreciated.
If everyone is happy; me because I believe I did the right thing by my husband and I think God would be pleased with that, him because he gets to fulfill a desire, and the children because he and I are happy, then I would call THIS a success!
Hopefully we can keep 'em coming...
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