Hello everyone.
It's been quite some time since I contributed, and I can't really explain that. I've been drifting.
Anyhoo...
On to the theme of this post.
I am an unequally yoked wife. It's tough sometimes. I love my husband and my family and feel very blessed to have them. My husband is a wonderful person, he is a loving husband and caring father, I couldn't ask for more....except just the one thing.
I have read "Power of the Praying Wife", "Torn between Two Loves", and various other self help books on the subject. I have gone through phases of praying unceasingly. Getting frustrated and giving up, and back to praying unceasingly again.
It's only been quite recently that I have studied my motives and asked myself what I was really praying for. Was I praying for a husband who sits next to me in the pew, like the other husbands at church? Or was I praying that when I get to heaven I want him to be there too. It's only in the past few months I have realised that I have been praying for the first reason. And I've been praying that for me. Not for him. But for me, so that I could feel I fitted in with the rest of the congregation.
There have recently been glimmers of hope. We recently watched Fireproof together and both enjoyed it and learned a lot from it. He asks me how my church meetings went and is genuinely interested in my answers. My church attendance is no longer a cause for conflict, it's accepted.
I can't presume to know my husband's heart when it comes to the Lord. He was brought up in a Christian home, he was baptised and confirmed and at the time believed in the Lord wholeheartedly. I don't know why that changed.
What I do know is that my husband is a good man. He is honest, kind, protective of his family, loving and generous.
I guess you are wondering what is my point? Well, I'm just saying that if you find yourself in this situation don't give up hope. Don't take it out on your spouse, or be tempted to nag, bribe or coerce them into coming to church with you. The best avenue is to pray, lead by example, and pray some more.
I have discovered that my husband has no problem with God. But he does have a problem with the church. He may never sit next to me in that pew, but I feel sure that he will join me in heaven....and that is what really matters.