I’m not perfect. (gasp!) And when I’m not being perfect, it’s really nice when people are patient with me and generally kind as a muddle through learning how to do things differently. Sometimes it takes me a few times. Sometimes it takes me more than a few times. In fact, there have been some struggles that have taken me a number of years to heal and work through to a certain level of success.
My husband is not perfect too and I’m pretty sure that he would like the same patience and kindness that I hope for.
Did I mention that my husband is 6’2″ and a really big guy? He has radar, the kind that says “Lori’s trying to do something, how can I get in her way?” I kid you not. It’s one of my major frustrations with him. Usually I’m pretty good and I just ask him nicely to move. Yesterday I royally fussed at him for standing between me and the soups in the grocery store aisle. <sigh> I’m sure that was a really good witness. <sigh>
All that sighing to say, offer your husband some patience and kindness when he messes up. Our guys have their struggles too. They are not perfect (as we are not). Pray for him, encourage him and let him know that you understand his struggles (or at least sympathize with them).
Smooth seas do not make skillful sailors. African Proverb
Be generous! Lori <><