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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Experiment (02/16/12)

By Cynthia Carter


ďYou idiot.Ē

My six-year-old daughter and 51-year-old husband were going at it again. I'll put my money on the six-year-old, she wins every time. I shook my head, why did he let her talk to him like that?

Lord, please help me. I should be my husbandís help meet; it is the Holy Spiritís job to correct him, not mine. You know I have tried to discipline Hannah for disrespecting her daddy, but then she thinks I'm the boss. Why can't we get this thing right? I am not the head of this house. That is his job. Lord, does she call him an idiot because I sometimes think that he is an idiot. Can she read my mind? Please forgive me. Please show me that he is not an idiot. Lord, if he is an idiot, just make me think that he is not, in Jesus name. Amen.

One day while browsing through my Kindle I found a book about being your husbandís help meet. I bought it and began reading. I was fascinated and repulsed at the same time. The author was over the top about submission.

Adam was not deceived, the woman was; obey your husband no matter what. Lie down and be his doormat because your chaste behavior will win him to Jesus if he is not saved. Jezebel is the one who deceives the churchÖ blaah, blaah, blaah.

According to this author, your husband has three needs, food, sex and respect. Yes, I agree with that. The wife has complete responsibility to meet all those needs. According to this book, the success of the marriage depends on the wife meeting those needs. Is this lady crazy?

The more I read, the more I was pulled into this book. I argued with what I read. Hey, I am sorry but I will not stop taking my children to the doctor to save money so my husband will not have to work so hard. Hey Ms. Book writer, why donít you get a life?

I never made it to the chapter about how to make a request to your husband. I already had a red nightie for that. Oh yes, I forgot, you are not to use sex to manipulate your husband. OK God but what is wrong with a little negotiation?

This book had gotten under my skin so much that I had to take it into my prayer closet. I waded through the chapters and took out all of the scripture. OK God I believe your part of the book. I decided to try an experiment. After all, I do have a good husband. I would view all my decisions as if I were my husbandís helper.

I am usually the last one home at the end of the day. I hated to come home to a messy house with everyone sitting there watching TV waiting for mama to cook dinner. My attitude changed when I looked at myself as the helper. Lord, I am helping my husband pay the bills. I will feed him and clear up the dishes. I will get my daughter ready for bed. I have helped my husband today. That is all I can do. I have obeyed you. Sure everything was not done. Those dust bunnies that didnít bother anyone else didnít seem to bother me either.

As I drove my daughter to school, I explained to her that we needed to show Daddy more respect. That night when I returned home from work I noticed that a few things had been done around the house. I shook the dust off the red nightie and put it to good use.

I wrote my husband a note thanking him for all his hard work and telling him that I appreciated him. I did not use the word love in my note. I had read somewhere that men need to be appreciated for their work. I did believe what I wrote but I didnít believe it would mean anything to my sweetie. I was wrong. When I came home he grabbed me and hugged me with tears in his eyes. He told me how much he loved me. He also ran a water line to my greenhouse. He had been promising this for several years.

Thank you Lord. So that is why you told me to respect my husband. Why didnít I listen sooner?

I got roses today.

Thank you Lord.

Who was the idiot?

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C D Swanson 02/23/12
This was so original and certainly on topic. I really liked this story. I enjoyed your describing your wrestling with the contents of the book, versus the REAL BOOK. Great writing.
I especially enjoyed the ending. A mutual show of respect and admiration overall. Lovely.

God Bless you
Linda Motchman02/24/12
Great opening. Great real-life picture. I'm a mother, wife and Christian and can empathize with everything you said. Thanks for the inspiring ending. Great colourful turns of phrase - no cliches (did I spell that right?) here. Thanks.
Jennifer Porter02/24/12
Nice job! Your title got my attention and you did not disappoint! You even tied it up at the end by becoming the teacher your daughter needed.
Allen Povenmire 02/26/12
I liked reading this and you helped me see things from my wife's point of view. For that, I'm sure she'd thank you and so do I. One thing though. The list of men's needs Is only 75% accurate.....football was left off!
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 02/26/12
I like how you took me through the process in your mind. This is a good lesson. I agree not all men are leaders but a little respect goes the same way. I thought help meet was maybe suppose to be helpmate but since you used it twice I figured it was a term coined by that author. You did a nice job with this.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 02/27/12
Just wanted to say that I do now realize help meet is in the Bible in Genesis. I'm not sure if my translation said helpmate or if my brain just read it that way. Sometimes a misread word can stick in your mind for years. I remember as a kid when I didn't understand what the singer was saying in songs, I made up my own words but even today now that I know the lyrics my brain still goes to the nonsensical way of singing it. All of this babble is my way of apologizing. I'm sorry. :)
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 02/27/12
Sorry, I just noticed your title and I had to giggle. In the song R-E-S-P-E-C-T, I spent years trying to decipher the lyrics! Thank you for starting my day with a smile and the reminder that I'm not perfect, but even in my imperfectness, God still loves me and probably is even giggling with me right now. HUGS
Danielle King 02/27/12
I had to chuckle at - 'I shook the dust off my red nightie and put it to good use.' This tale kept me interested all the way through to the water line to your greenhouse. I think you've taught this old hen a valuable lesson today. Good job!
Mildred Sheldon02/29/12
What an enjoyable read. I loved the title. I loved how you described the use of the red nightie. You did an outstanding job. Thanks and God bless.
C D Swanson 03/01/12
Congratulations on your placement...I enjoyed your entry and look forward to another.

God Bless~
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 03/03/12
Congratulations for ranking 17th overall!