After almost thirty years, I suppose I qualify as “an old married lady.” In those three decades I’ve learned a thing or two about the importance of the words I choose when relating to those closest to me.
My husband and I wrote our own vows. As Christians, we looked to the Bible as the source of our inspiration. Dave promised to “love me as Christ loved the church.”
I thought, “Nice sentiment, but how is that possible?” Well, truth be told, he has spent our married lives doing just that.
In the early years, my emotions were all over the board. Poor guy! At the end of the day, he never knew what he’d be walking into. Far too often, I would blow up for no good reason. When I did, I’d see the hurt in his eyes. He refused to get caught up in the cycle, and instead, always expressed patience and compassion.
Because he did so, I can honestly say I don’t remember the last time we argued. It didn’t mean I was always even tempered, but it did prevent many hurtful encounters.
Thankfully, I get to tell my husband each day how much I love and appreciate him.
Words – and the way we say them – can make all the difference in our relationships.