Category Archives: mr. z

June Cleaver I am not

I’ve mentioned in this space a few times that it’s tax season and so Mr. Z works long hours. And while it’s not the ideal way to begin a marriage (four months next week!) I’ve been quite convicted about  keeping the proper perspective. I really do try my best to keep the house afloat (no we don’t live in a house boat) without Mr. Z’s help because frankly, if I was working like he is, I wouldn’t want to come home at 10:30 at night and then feel like I needed to empty the dishwasher, fold laundry, etc.  Although I do have this horrible habit of getting the mail and setting it on the counter but not opening it, so he does still have that waiting for him  (ha!).

I think the most valuable lesson I’ve learned in this season thus far is that my discipline, or lack thereof, doesn’t just affect me, but it also effects him. When I decide I’d rather watch TV or read a book, or spend useless hours on the Internet rather than fold clothes, change the bed sheets or prepare dinner for our usual Friday night routine, in that moment I’m wasting future time that I could be spending with him when he’s not working. I know, DUH Captain Obvious.

I wish I could say doing this, trying to be disciplined, means when I’m home doing these things I’m simply dancing around the house in delight, so happy I can serve my husband this way. You know, all June Cleaver like with a neat little apron humming sweet little songs, perhaps whistling as I work, thinking, “isn’t this just delightful?”

Nope. Definitely not. Instead there are times when I resent the IRS and want to run into an agent and simply berate him because you know it’s his fault my husband has to work so much. Or, I may conjure up images of myself barging into Mr. Z’s office and telling all his coworkers they need to step it up so I can see him (I may be just a little biased in thinking he is doing ALL the work). The best is when I consider figuring out a way to hire a cleaning lady without him ever knowing… Ah, deceit, nice one Linds.

I digress, the point: I want to make it clear that I’m not trying to sound holier than thou. I’m certainly not. And in fact, the other day I was praying “Lord, I know he appreciates all this. He tells me all the time and the look in his eyes when he comes home and finds me in bed screams I love you deeply and adore you. I know that is a HUGE blessing and I thank you Lord. But could I just get flowers? Maybe just one? Something for the hard work?”

And then, right then and there I sensed the Lord say, “Marriage is not about quid pro quo. It is about selflessness and giving yourself no matter what is given back. Keep serving your husband. You will find joy in that.”

And as always, God was right. I find joy in knowing Mr. Z is cared for and he doesn’t have to fend for himself. I find joy in knowing he can do his job better knowing Mrs. Z will be waiting for him and taking care of things. It is a joy to serve him in this way. I’m only human, and resenting the situation is normal, but I don’t need to camp out in the resentment.

Needless to say when I came home from church the other day these were waiting for me:

As well as a dozen more pink ones. I love Mr. Z and I love my God.

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a picture says a thousand words


simple. beautiful. teamwork.

i took today off from work and got to spend quite a bit of time reading my Bible, praying and journaling. i’m camping out in colossians (as i mentioned yesterday) and was smacked with some awesome truth this morning. BUT, i’m still processing it. so i’m not going to try to write about that at the moment as i think it needs to marinate in my head a bit before it’s ready to serve :-)

that being said, yesterday mr. z and i got to live life like a married couple. it was such a blessing. after church we ran errands together. i dragged the poor guy to three different stores in my pursuit of organic and all natural ingredients for dinner. he was a trooper though and i loved it. it might seem silly, but with his work schedule right now, we rarely get to do the ordinary things of life together, like run errands.

the closet ;-)

when we got home we dove right into our tasks. me, cooking dinner. mr. z, cleaning out and organizing the closet under the steps. yep, i’ve been blessed with a super organized and orderly husband. i’m sure my friends, especially former roommates, are not surprised that the Lord would pair me with an orderly type.

i was hoping to help mr. z but i, as i often do, underestimated the high maintenance nature of the recipe i chose for dinner. needless to say, he didn’t need my help anyway. now, we have an organized closet and we were able to enjoy a yummy meal that provided plenty of leftovers for the week (since i HATE cooking for one).

preparation for the high maintenance meal

as wonderful as an organized closet is and the meal may have been, that’s not why i’m writing today. i’m writing because of something i was told before we got married.

when i had my bridal shower i asked that all the ladies would bring a small nugget of wisdom for me. what do they wish they had known before they got married? Or, what had they found makes a healthy marriage?

my cousin said teamwork. they have had two children in the three years they’ve been married and said one of the best things they’ve done is intentionally work together and lean on each other. no one bears more of the burdens than the other.

this concept might seem rather obvious, but having experienced it a few times already in the short time we’ve been married, i can see why teamwork is essential. ecclesiates 4 says:

9 Two are better than one,
because they have a good return for their labor:
10 If either of them falls down,
one can help the other up.
But pity anyone who falls
and has no one to help them up.
11 Also, if two lie down together, they will keep warm.
But how can one keep warm alone?
12 Though one may be overpowered,
two can defend themselves.
A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.

i’m discovering the beautiful things about marriage. and there are many. and more often than not, they are simple. like teamwork. my dad said at our wedding, marriage isn’t that hard. humans make it hard. as time goes on i’ll see how true that is. but for now, i can see the simple beauty in the God created team of marriage.


photo sharing

i’m running late this morning (not surprising, being late is my signature) but i didn’t want to neglect you. so i thought i’d share two photos i’ll be sending to my compassion chid today. i’m a HORRIBLE compassion sponsor and told myself i would be better this year. i have a sweet girl in honduras who has been asking for photos of me and my family for a loooong time and i’ve never sent her any. but that’s about to change. i’m picking up prints of these two photos for her to see who i am, who mr. z is as well as our sisters (one of his five and the four of mine). i hope she likes them :-)

i love my sisters

mr. z and i with one of my sisters-in-law


documented

my mom gave us this sweet first christmas ornament as a present this year.

and here's the hand-made one i ordered right before christmas. better late than never : )


happy birthday

Happy Birthday to my new husband. This day 31 years ago, by the grace of God, your mother brought you into this world. Since the day you were born He has watched over you, cared for you and surrounded you with love. Through the ups and downs and the trials of these short 31 years, He has made you into the man I have the privilege of calling my husband. Happy Birthday to you my dear one. Second only to our Savior, you are the greatest gift the Lord could have ever given me.