Before you read this post watch this trailer for True Grit, I haven't seen it yet but if you haven't heard of the movie, you'll understand this post better if you see the preview.
Sarah and I used to go to the movies all the time, it was kind of our default date before we were married or had kids. It was fun and it was easy, it gave us a chance to put our brains on pause for a bit and just be entertained which I am a huge fan of. Needless to say if Sarah and I get a night free from the boys we don't sit next to each other and not talk for 2 hours while Freddie Prinze Jr. kicks a hacky sack around on a stage while making an obvious metaphor about his life. We go grab coffee and talk about life, it is strange having a full conversation with my wife without being interrupted by a young child talking, pooping, crying or climbing onto something he shouldn't be climbing.
Last night I had the opportunity to go to the movies with my brothers-in-law and another friend and I was psyched up and ready to go. Sarah said yes but as i was getting ready to go things were not going as smoothly as had hoped, actually it was as smooth as ice-skating on gravel. Babies were melting down, messes were being made, wives were getting sick, overall it wasn't the scene I wanted to leave behind as I left to watch James Brolin, Jeff Bridges, and Matt Damon be super cool by wearing tattered leather coats and shooting stuff.
So as I was walking out the door I prayed and said, "God, if I should stay at home tonight make Micah meltdown before I get into the car." 5 seconds later Micah went into one of his screaming rampages and rather than get in the car to watch Gritty Gritty Bang Bang (street name) I grabbed my tools and came back inside to get some honey-dos done.
Needless to say this small act of love went a long way with Sarah. Now don't get me wrong, I am not some incredible husband who does things right all the time, that's not even close to the truth, this was more of a testament to God taking care of me and all I did was be obedient to Him. I am not a good prayer, I am a reader and a thinker and because of that my ability to try and pray like a champ gets hindered. But last night I truly felt God say hey pray about this for a second, so I did, and God delivered.
Do I want to see True Grit? Uhh am I a dude that has a pulse? The answer to both of those questions is yes. Did I pass up a once in a lifetime opportunity to watch Jeff Bridges drunkenly stumble around while riding a horse with Matt Damon? Probably not, the Academy Awards are coming up. Did I decide to stay with my bride rather than go to an EPIC western? Yup, and I won't regret it, ever, because that's how we show love, we put others concerns over our own, others desires over our own.
True Grit, I love you, but I love my wife more.
2 comments:
I showed my wife how much I love her by going to the movie while she was out of town. That way I didn't miss any precious time with her. And when you do get the chance, see it. It is as good as you are hoping it will be.
I love this line:
"True Grit, I love you, but I love my wife more."
We often don't see our everyday choices holding the significance that they actually do. Sure it was just one time, I am sure you have plenty of times sacrificed things for the sake of sacrificing for your wife and family... but to do it out of love... hoo-wee! That's powerful. That's what creates a marriage that will last. Thanks Pete for being so good to my sister! You sure are one of the greatest things that has every happened to our family... seriously!
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