Friday, April 14, 2006


Being submissive does not mean being a doormat to your spouse. I'm surprised when women say they are not submissive their husbands. Granted, the husband is probably not submissive to God. The wife is to be submissive to her husband. The husband is to be submissive to God, and make decisions based on God's will and commandments and not out of selfishness for himself.

Yes, I am submissive to my husband. This does not mean I do not have a voice in things. Take for instance the recent hurricane. There were lots of decisions to be made. My husband and I talked about our options. We discussed pros and cons. Then my husband made the final decision based on what he felt was best for his family. We also prayed about it and continue to pray about it. As the submissive wife, I am to support his decision. I know it wasn't easy and it's not one he takes lightly. He never makes quick decisions; often prefering to sleep on things.

Why all the talk about submission??

We have chickens. A rooster, two hens and now 5 baby chicks. The mamma hen and her babies are in a special pen until the chicks are too big to slip out the fence. Gertrude and Big Daddy (yes, we name our animals) are allowed to walk around the acre. They are comfortable around people and other animals. They seem happy and are very excited in the mornings when we let them out.

The hens follow Big Daddy all over. They don't stray very far from his side. In the mornings
they make a bee line for the patio. Breakfast! June bugs for breakfast! They gobble them up left and right. Then they go around the yard scratching and pecking. It's fun to watch the chickens and learn about their personalilites. It's also neat to watch how they interact and their different sounds.

If Big Daddy finds something good in the yard he will make a certain sound and the hens come running. He "points" to the goodie on the ground and they gobble it up. The other day they were walking around on the patio and he found a missed June bug. He made the right noise but Gertrude didn't hear him. He picked up the bug, walked towards her, dropped it and made the noise again. This time she jetted on over and gobbled it up! He's taking care of them! He leads the way around the yard and they happily go along trusting in him and submitting to him. He's never let them down so far. Even when the puppies learned that chickens run when chased, Big Daddy never ran off ahead of the hens. He stayed with them, keeping between them and the barking dogs. He made sure the hens were never seperated from the group and he never stopped circling them until the dogs gave up their fun.

When Willamena would get off her eggs for an hour a day to stretch and eat, Big Daddy and Gertrude would ruuuuun to the chicken yard and go meet her. They'd cackle and flap wings and coo at her. Keeping her going and making sure she knew they were waiting for her eggs to hatch so she could join them again.

Funny that chickens would do that. Supporting, submitting and protecting. God instilled it even in them. Just think what humans are capable of if only they would do the same.

God, man, woman, children.

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