Bickers

The worst sort of day is when Chris has a rare day off and rather than enjoy each others company, we end up bickering about petty issues and ruining the atmosphere with our words and attitudes. Our kids suffer (Harmony the little peacemaker tries to resolve everything by saying to us,"Why are you guys fighting? Please don't fight. Mommy, be nice to Daddy. Daddy, be nice to Mommy.")It's seems so simple to our daughter to just be nice and get along, but to us in the moment, it is complicated and the walls fly up.
Chris is almost always the one who comes to me to resolve things by communication. For some reason I just want to wallow in self-pity and anger for far longer than he, but he doesn't allow me to do that. He comes to me and embraces me, or if the situation isn't at that point yet, he soothes me with his words like David calmed Saul with his lyre and musical gift.
Often, it is a spiritual attack on our marriage, and when he comes and puts his arm around me and prays, the hardness around my heart and his is softened and melts away. It's as if I can immediately breathe easier, see more clearly, and my heart resigns itself to forgiveness rather than bitterness and playing the offense over and over in my head like a broken record of despair.
It is amazing what prayer can accomplish when we stop in the chaotic times that surely come, and turn our thoughts and hearts to Him in need. Everything can change, and often does. His mercy sweeps in, His light of clarity shines in, and all the untruths fall to the wayside. I love Jesus for these reasons. He remedies every complicated trial, even if it is not in the way we think it should come. His peace is everything to me, and on the days when I have none, those are the worst days.
"Seek peace and pursue it"...This I will do with all my heart...when I remember that is:)