When the topic of Marriage Vows surface in conversation, you learn a lot about people and their belief systems. The standard Christian vows include, “Love, Honor and Obey.” Most people get heated over the third word, Obey. The Love part is easy or else you wouldn’t be standing there, right? But have you ever spent time on the second word, Honor?

I grew up in a household that believed criticism was the path to motivation. A lot of people buy in to this false understanding. In fact, until I met my husband, I assumed it was perfectly normal and that everyone lived this way. While many do, it’s no path to a healthy relationship.

One of the first things that really struck me when my husband and I started dating was how encouraging and uplifting his words were.  To be honest, though, it didn’t get my attention until I realized that as he talked about me a lot to ‘the guys,’ his words were always kind and flattering. He never talked ‘smack’ with the guys and he never betrayed my integrity to others. This was brand new to me…brand new!

The more I understood he was sincere, the more I strived to learn this new ‘thing’ myself. It became a surprising factor in our relationship as we began to build trust. His faithfulness to hold my name safely in his mouth, spilled over to my believing in his faithfulness to our relationship. When the words, “I love you,” finally spilled (from him first), I never questioned their sincerity. I knew my heart would be just as safe as my name had been.

Over the years, my most consistent battle has been to overcome my mouth. It gets me into trouble more than I’d care to confess. But what I’ve learned is that building people up is much more effective than tearing them down. Tearing someone down gives them little to strive for; however, building someone up gives them confidence to overcome limitations.

So, what about you? Is your husband’s name safe in your mouth? Are you protecting his integrity? Are you the most trustworthy person he knows that will faithfully hold his secrets as your own? His insecurities?

A wise friend once told me that your words serve one of two purposes: they are either contributing or contaminating. What are your words doing in your marriage?

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Submitted by: Clare Picker

Carson (my 1 year-old son) has, what I consider to be, an unnatural fascination with bathrooms. I will not delve into Freudian meanings behind this. He loves the toilet, particularly the water. If the lid is not closed he thinks of it as his own private water table! He loves the tub and figured out about a month and a half ago how to climb in it. That wouldn’t be a big deal except he seems to pop up when I am in the shower-and he is still fully clothed! He doesn’t do those things every day, so that is not that big of a deal. But his most favorite pastime is something his beloved Aunt Robyn taught him. And he does it pretty much on a daily basis. That would be unrolling the toilet paper! Just tonight, I found a whole roll (I know, because I had just changed it) in a lovely heap on the floor. So, while I am searching for the end of it, I had a realization. You cannot put toilet paper back on the roll. Once taken off, you will forever (or at least until it is all used up) be able to tell that it was unrolled. You can try to put it back, but it will be rumpled and uneven, and in general look really awful. It is more than a little vexing, and usually I don’t even try because the results (as mentioned above) are less than stellar.

So, because ordinary events often lead me to think of other things, I got to thinking about words. I may or may not have said some unkind things to my poor daughter this evening. Yes, it might have happened while we were trying to find order in the chaos of her room, but really that is no excuse. She wasn’t really trying to help me, but she is only three. She had been chattering incessantly all day (truly, since about 2:00 pm she had not ceased talking and/or singing) and I was really losing my patience (which is threadbare at the best of times!). There were threats, yelling and not-so-kind words. You can guess who those came from. Well, things progressed and Josie apologized. I apologized,too. But, there was no more singing or happy chatter. She was just very quiet and reserved. Very unusual Josie behavior. We finished her room and I went on to discover the toilet paper and do other things. She was being very quiet, so I went to check on her. She had put herself to bed and was asleep.

So, what does this have to do with toilet paper? Just that, when you are a mom, and you hurt your little one’s feelings so badly that she goes to sleep without, books, without songs and without kisses, you feel pretty low. You wish that you could pull back all those words, roll them back up and make it all nice again. But, just like my bathroom tissue, it will never be the same. It will never fit quite as nicely, the edges will still be uneven. Carson unrolls the T.P. because it is fun, because he is too little to really know better. I am without those excuses. Saying unkind things to my child is not fun, and I definitely know better. So, why do I do it? I think really because I am frustrated with myself, angry that I don’t do everything right. But, no excuses, I am praying that the next time I will remember that ugly pile of toilet paper and think harder about letting a pile of ugly words come out of my mouth. It is a God-thing that three year-olds are so forgiving, but I don’t want to test the limits of her clemency!

Thanks, Lord, for being the only One who can make anything perfect again. Guard my lips so that I can be more like You, helping and healing. “May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in Your sight, O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer.” Psalm 19:14 (NIV

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