She turned on the bathroom light to find her Bible, light reflecting into their bedroom, hoping that the beams wouldn't wake him; he still had twelve minutes to sleep. But it was too late. He stirred, and as she rushed to find her things and be gone, he walked by, his countenance clearly indicating his frustration. She saw 'the look'...the one that let her know she'd blown it...again.
This story has a fairy tale ending, but not before Light shines into darkness and exposes the selfish, stubborn hearts of two lovers that want things their own way. Each one believing they're 'in the right', neither wanting to admit that the day Could have begun with love, tenderness and compassion.
But it didn't...
As she sat in the family room, contemplating how to deal with this disastrous beginning of their day, their marriage-- because she thought this must be the tip of the iceberg--he walks in, heaves a sigh, and leaves...this is HIS room to 'spend time with God'.
Her mind screamed, 'Now what have I done wrong?' As she walked back toward their bedroom-the room she spent time alone with Daddy God- her Bible in tow, wanting to use the pages to clobber him rather than love him, no words were murmured and the air was thick with misunderstanding.
Sitting at her desk, she penned these words:
"Seems like there's so many opportunities of get offended...yet You gave me the example of how NOT to become offended--Romans 6:10-11: 'When he died, he died once to break the power of sin. But now that he lives, he lives for the glory of God. So you should consider yourselves to be dead to the power of sin and alive to God through Jesus Christ.'
Oh, that she had heeded His words, built her day on them...but she didn't.
Where did all this come from? Who's really behind this scheme?
Honestly, they both knew, but refused to give up the right to have their way. This was a strategy, set up to destroy their love. They'd been set up and fallen into enemy hands.
As she sat there, the voices on her shoulder were vying for attention:
'He is NOT your enemy.'
'Tell him to leave. If he wants to be selfish and alone, tell him he can just go find it somewhere else.'
'Are you going to sit here and allow your enemy to rob you of this evening, the entire day?'
"I'm leaving. I'm going for a walk, she said." "No, I'm not finished with this conversation." "What's the point', she argued, 'we both have our minds made up, and we're not getting anywhere?" "I have more to say", he retorted.
But, he'd left as well. The next day he told her he walked the mall in hopes of cooling down.
(Sidenote: Most, if not all, fights are just plain stupid and resolve themselves when each party decides to give up, totally surrender, walk in humility and own their stuff.)
By eight o'clock that night, she was emotionally and physically tired. 'Why not be cordial, she thought, let down her guard and forgive from her heart? The damage was done, but it wasn't immutable.'
She told him she was heading to bed, they discussed a matter briefly, she said goodnite to everyone in the house and was out for the night.
Yes, indeed, warfare was going on in the unseen because normally when there was a rift, she couldn't sleep.
The next morning, as she sat up in bed, he quietly opened the door into their room.
The light was on.
Light dispelled darkness and they lived happily ever after...