So, my friend Heather, over at Desperately Seeking Sanity had an idea for a blog swap. It works kinda like Wife Swap, only instead of swapping wives, we are swapping blogs. When I read about the opportunity to trade bloggy spaces, I quickly added my name to the list of swap partners and waited to hear who I’d be paired up with.
My blog swap partner is Lisa Boyd over at Simply His. She’s posting here at From Inmates To Playdates today, and I’ll be posting over at her place. To welcome, Lisa here at Inmates, Inc., I’ve rolled out the welcome mat and set out some refreshements on the table. Pull up a chair and get comfy as you read Lisa’s post. Then, visit me over at her place.
As that familiar tune started, my friends and I squealed and ran onto the dance floor. We lined up in a circle — girls on the outside facing in, guys on the inside facing out. We began the dance steps that would take us around the circle, dancing with every guy there. When I first saw him, I thought to myself Dream on! I am so out of your league! You could never have a woman like me! We were in a country bar, dancing to country music and he was … well ya’ll, not country at all.
The next time I saw him he had changed his outward appearance which got my attention — a little — but what he did got under my skin. He danced with every woman there but me. I was furious. Why wasn’t he dancing with me? I could make him look so good out there on the dance floor! Finally we started dating and eventually married. Over the years we’ve had our struggles. We’ve had good times and rough times.
Mother’s Day was a little tough for me. Not because I’ve lost my mother or because I’m not one (Mom’s doing awesome and I have a very smart daughter), but because the pastor preached on the Proverbs 31 woman. As I sat there listening to all the things the P31 woman did, I had the urge to smack her. Why did she have to do all those things and do them well? Why couldn’t I do even half those things?
I confided in my husband that I felt like a failure. The house is a mess. I don’t cook. I don’t clean. I don’t do laundry. I don’t feel like I’m very successful in running my own business. I’m not a good homemaker. He just smiled and held me tight. He said that when he was listening to the sermon, all he could think about was how much he loved me and how thankful he was for all that I do. He went on to list things that I do that I just don’t even really give myself credit for.
Through it all I’ve learned that love is not a feeling … it’s a choice. I obviously don’t believe in love at first sight, but I got to know him and somewhere along the way I made the choice to love him. And I’m so very thankful he made the choice to love me back. Some people make it easy to choose to love them. Some make it very hard. Who can you choose to love today?
Lisa Boyd is a coke addict (red-and-white can preferably) who loves to play softball and ride her Harley. She’s often accused of having an affair with her laptop. Thankful her husband got her attention 16 years ago, she’s trying to raise her daughter to not be stuck on herself. She’s very thankful Jesus made the choice to love her and stay on that cross. You can read her ramblings at simply His.