A Humble And Bold Disciplined Wife

When I betrothed my lord I made a promise to come out of this world and be separate as our precious Lord Jesus commands his betrothed. From this point on my life changed.

I would never again display my body for others. I was Tom's possession, his jewel, his other half; his help; to be seen, loved, provided for and disciplined by him. He would be the master and I would be his woman.

My jeans would be taken and I would be arrayed in dresses and skirts. My form fitting attire which showed off my curves would give way to the skirts which revealed no curves and hid the woman beneath them. The tank tops which proudly displayed the assets of womanhood my mother taught me could get me anything I wanted were hidden from view; tucked away behind blouses or the bodice of a dress.

Being engaged is more than just a ring.

We must remember that Jesus purchased his bride with his blood.

We as women are a type and shadow in this world of what the church should be to the Lord. We are his betrothed, his possession of which he died for. Our husbands are that type and shadow of Jesus in this world.

The church should be in subjection to the Lord in all things and he chastens her as he sees fit. In like manner we are to be in subjection unto our husbands and he is to chasten us as he sees fit.

Pride makes us question if our husband is right or wrong. Love, trust, honor and fear of our lord allows us to swallow our pride and take his chastening without question.

Could our husband be wrong? Of course, as he's but human, as we are. Still, if he is wrong, he has to answer for that if we have truly honored our vows and given him all authority over us under our Lord Jesus.

One beauty of Godly femininity and subjection is that when we have truly made our husband lord over us under the Lord, we can appear at the judgment seat knowing our husband has chosen to take any blame for wrong doing and we have allowed it. This humility makes us free of damnation and free of many hassles in this evil world we live in.

I see my girlfriends worry about bills as they labor at their wit's end. They fret and fear and have problems sleeping.

Many looked so tired and wore out when we would get to work. Even though those days are long gone for me, I imagine they are still fighting these many times unnecessary battles to keep their sanity.

Tom works and worries about our bills. He is the one who has had to make payment arrangements on bills we couldn't pay off at once. I felt so sorry for him to struggle with a manual labor job and then worry about whether or not we could pay bills.

I offered to work but Tom said that was his role. I was to be a wife and mother.

As the possession of my lord I can only trust him to make the right decisions for us. Over the years as he sought the will of God he has never been forsaken by our Lord. The Lord has always made a way for us.

If it all went wrong I would still obey the wishes of the man who is the master of my life. If that please our Lord Jesus who am I to interfere?

What do I decide about our life? What control do I have over our life?

It may surprise you to find out that what little control I have is sufficient for us. What God gives is always enough.

I can choose what I will wear as long as it is dresses or skirts. I always choose to please my husband. I never have to worry about being punished when making my choices to please my husband and our Lord.

I choose what we will eat. I generally cook what Tom loves as long as it is available. I add what I like if his desire isn't as mine. Once again, this leaves no room for being punished.

I choose what order to clean our home, do dishes and laundry.

I must admit that when I started I was a bumbling mess. I would have to backtrack and do some things twice. Tom always smiled but never said a word. After all, he loves me and knew I wasn't used to the happy home maker life.

I choose what television shows, radio stations or CD's I want to entertain myself with while he is at work and I am doing my "women's work" so many ladies hate to talk about.

I find that the background noise of these make the day go faster. I can sing along or stop if I catch a news bulletin about something relevant to our life.

If Cindy comes over I can choose how to alter my household duties to fit my day. I can allow her to visit without the fear of being punished for not doing what I am supposed to do.

Another choice I can make every day is whether or not I want to go back to doing as I used to before being betrothed and married unto my lord. I know that this would be foolish as I cherish the freedom I have found through true submission and trust of my lord and in accordance with our Lord.

You might say "That's not a lot of freedom."

Well, I do have the freedom to come and go as I please as long as my work is done. That is far more freedom than he has at work, or I had when I worked for an employer.

I can get Tom's credit card and go with Cindy to the store.

You might think "Why must she ask for money?"

Well, because I have no job outside the house.

Of course some will think it's a shame that I must ask for money. Let's look at that from my point of view now.

When Tom comes home he hasn't done dishes or laundry. That means he would have to ask me to do the dishes or laundry if they weren't done. I just happen to have them done out of love for him and to avoid the paddle so he doesn't have to ask. How many men have to ask their wife to cook or clean?

The issue of asking for a credit card or money really becomes a minor issue. What good does it do to sit in my purse while I clean house? It would be nothing more than pride, or "See what I have." That means so little to me.

Tom doesn't make me do many things. I choose to do them. These are choices and freedom. In some cases it is boldness beyond what others feel is boldness.

For example, Tom doesn't make me veil. I choose to veil. I love him and honor him as my head. Therefore, I keep my glory covered and manifest outwardly how I feel inwardly. He's my lord and I gladly show the world even if other women don't want to do the same.

This brings me to boldness.

Anyone can follow the rest of the world and think they are bold. That doesn't require boldness at all. It can even get a following to make that decision more comfortable. True boldness is to step out from the multitudes and do what is right even if everyone else disagrees and hates you for your decision. Isn't that what being a Christian is about? Come out from among them and be separate.

I have freedom so many may never see. I have a joy in being what the Lord created me to be. Submission and discipline has been a great blessing for me.

Oh, if others could just see it.