WHY WE NEED TO PRAY FOR OUR HUSBANDS

WHY WE NEED TO PRAY FOR OUR HUSBANDS

Behind every successful man, is a prayerful and resilient wife

…ever heard of this saying? It’s actually a cliché which a lot of us never really pondered on. Hmmm…

If there’s nothing I’ve learnt in my 15 years plus of marriage, I’ve learnt that truly the minute a man and a woman have formed a union before God (called Marriage), the woman is automatically bestowed with an immense power to indirectly ‘rule’ her home but the man takes the glory.

In the early years of marriage, we are completely overwhelmed by all the problems that come with marriage : emotional, financial, social and spiritual (all these will be expantiated in future posts), that we completely forget to do one thing…PRAY!

We spend so much time thinking and rethinking all our challenges, so much so we allow the devil fill our minds with the fear of the unknown. During this trying period, this unspeakable fear may push us to think, say or do things that will push us further away from God. And still, we do not PRAY!

A lot of us want our husbands to be and do a lot of things…but it’s all in our heads and not from our hearts. Because if it was truly from our hearts, we would understand that it’s not by our power or might or our husbands’ power.

It is true that our husbands can say and do things that make us not want to pray for them. They can be inconsiderate, uncaring, abusive, even negligent. But we should not let all these bad attitude block our efforts in building a happy home. God has said in His Good Book that whatever we bind on earth will be bound in heaven and whatever we loose on earth will be loosed in heaven.

What we need to understand is that the devil doesn’t like union at all, especially one blessed by God! Get off your ‘shego’ (female ego) and submit all manner of bad behavior to God – alcoholism, laziness, bad temper, domestic abuse, infidelity, family negligence, etcetera etcetera.

I found out much later that marriage is not only for enjoyment ; some people start their marriages with trials and tribulations but later end in joy while some start the marriage with ‘over enjoyment’ but experience some turbulence along the journey. Sometimes our hurt and anger for our husbands does not allow our prayers work.

We are the only ones that have the power to release our husbands from whatever bondage they may be in, not even his mother’s prayer or his sister’s prayer is as powerful as ours. While we pray genuinely for our husbands, we also go through spiritual and emotional changes. Our heart becomes right, we start to unburden and become better wives.

Let us PRAY so that we start to reap the benefits. Let us form the habit of looking to God as the source of all we want to see in our in our husbands and in our marriages.

May God help us all in the bid to be happy in our marriages. Amen.

GETTING MY KIDS TO EARN THEIR KEEP

GETTING MY KIDS TO EARN THEIR KEEP

So my older kids got fed up of the usual ‘ ₦1,500 per week’ pocket money and asked for a raise! And I’m like “Really?! You guys have to work for it o!”

My kids look at me like what in the world is she talking about, “It’s your job to take care of us”.

For as long as I can remember, my kids practically drive me bunkers trying to get them to do even the simplest of all chores! Now this was a golden opportunity to monetize each chore as long as they were properly done. *Hehehe

My son wants to drive my car but is not ready to wash the car like he owns it (who does that?!); my daughter wimps each time she has to tidy the kitchen (but she does it well anyways, it’s just the wimping that gets to me)…Amma relax ‘cos I see a lot of good coming out of these.

So I gather my brood and practically give them a lecture on the need to get rid of the ‘Entitlement Syndrome’ as well as the importance of being self-reliant. They eventually agreed to ₦200 per chore. But the chore has to be carried out properly. Failure to comply, the sum of ₦100 will be deducted. ‘Shakena!’

For some time now, motherhood has become more fulfilling and quite interesting, especially ever since I discovered the key to demystifying my kids!

So, my take on getting your kids to be more responsible is to first of all, understand your kids, understand what will definitely get their attention and what will most definitely not, know the different parenting styles (check here) and choose the one that will do the ‘trick’

So help us God. Amen

“RACE AGAINST TIME”

My head is banging. I can hear my heart beat really fast. The energy completely drained from me, like an alien had zapped it while I was asleep at night! If only I could just lift a limb out of the bed, then maybe, just maybe, my energy would be restored. But I can’t even lift my eyelid…

I tried to drift back to sleep but sleep suddenly has ‘deserted’ me! With my eyes still shut, I do some deep soul-searching…Hmm. These feelings are all too familiar. But, why am I feeling this way? Could it be work? Hubby? Personal goals? My spiritual life? Kids? Debtors? Creditors?

Oh! Oh! Oh!…the tasks ahead of me! They are just too many things I need to do and complete by the end of today. I hate carrying work over to the next day…it’s just an endless vicious cycle. I can’t stand these feelings anymore…I need a permanent solution!

I’ve decided to prioritize my activities (this is so cliche! *eyes rolling) as time goes by. I’ll time every activity, I”ll even time my laughing! Putting my activities on a roll call doesn’t just cut it…Nah.

I can feel my energy seeping in slowly. Wow! The headache is all gone. My heartbeat suddenly back to normal.

So that was problem, TIME…My race against time…

I hope this good feeling last long enough for me to achieve my scheduled activities…well, lets keep our fingers crossed till the end of the day!

I LET EVENT RUN ITS COURSE

I LET EVENT RUN ITS COURSE

I heard the loud banter outside my room, but I chose to ignore. I knew the norm was to get up from my bed and ask what the matter was, but I still chose not. Let me just watch what the end result would be, I decided.
The noise grew louder… And louder. Then wails. It sounded like my last daughter. I should get up and ask, but no, I could hear my first son shouting, obviously at someone. His words where difficult to understand but I could make out that he was speaking rudely at someone. Ironically, I was pleased. He’s grown so much; he’s voice now deep; chest seemed broad, not to mention his ‘towering’ height. 

I knew he wouldn’t forget The Rules: No Beating Anyone or Fighting. You can shout as much as you want but thou shalt not raise thy hands. 

I’ve raised my kids well, especially they know to respect their elders, but never to be taken advantage of, bullied or disrespected. So deep inside of me, I sort of had the feeling of ‘Situation under Control’. 

I wasn’t surprised when I heard a loud knock on my door… I was long expecting, was surprised it hadn’t come sooner. Just as I had imagined it, my kids needed me to know what was going on. My little girl coming in with an exaggerated wail, holding her right knee. I couldn’t resist rolling my eyes in my head! My son, barging in with an obviously exaggerated scowl, hoping to get a 2 thumbs up for what he was about to tell me… and yes, I indulged him! Even before he began his statement, my thumbs were up… Sorry, I just couldn’t help it. 

I heard everything… Partly their fault, partly their Aunt’s fault. Well, what can I say, stuff happens. Maybe if Aunt had spoken gently, she wouldn’t need to have shoved my little girl violently, who fell in the process and hit her knee on the edge of the door. All in the bid to get her to have her bath. And her ‘Super-hero’ brother wouldn’t have shouted furiously at Aunt and told her a few hard words. *smacking my lips

I felt good knowing that my kids can stand up for themselves. I raise my kids to be respectful but not be afraid of anyone, so absolutely no apologies. Nada. 

For the rest of the morning, I couldn’t help but notice Aunt keep a reasonable distance from the kids. 

O, well… That’s life. 

Time to watch Zee world… Twist of Fate to be exact.