“Lord, show me how to be the wife I need to be,” I asked each moment frustration visited during my restless nights.
Hubby had been diagnosed with diabetes. After the shock, I went to action. With the diligence of a loving, caring wife, I developed the perfect diet. I made sure I sent him links to videos that showed the best way to beat diabetes.
And to my chagrin, during my frantic dash to remedy the problem, hubby seemed relaxed, undisturbed in the least about his diagnosis.
So I did what every wise wife would do, I began to pray and to secure God’s assistance in this make-hubby-healthy again endeavor.
But God was silent. He wasn’t doing His part to transform my husband. To change his thinking and correct his eating habits. Or prompt him to exercise and at the very least, take his condition seriously.
The more I prayed, the more junk food hubby ate.
Sigh! I want him healthy, Lord. With visions of diabetic complications such as blindness, amputations, kidney failure, I prayed and prayed, yet his blood sugar levels remained high.
Then God put me on a diet of His truth, feeding my thinking with much-needed food for my own soul..