I'm currently reading a Dorothy Sayers novel about Lord Peter Wimsey, "The Unpleasantness at the Bellona Club" and came across a conversation that made me chuckle.
"A man ought to be just as courteous after marriage as he was before," declared Robert Fentiman, virtuously.
"So he ought, but he never is. Possible there's some reason we don't know about," said Wimsey. "I've asked people, you know - my usual inquisitiveness - and they generally just grunt and say that their wives are sensible and take their affection for granted. But I don't believe women ever get sensible, not even through prolonged association with their husbands."
The two bachelors wagged their heads, solemnly.
Maybe this makes me laugh because I so often don't feel sensible myself! Maybe after thirty years, instead of three, some of Brian's sensibleness will have worn off on me. ;)
Friday, March 6, 2009
We were having a discipline moment this evening, and I was trying to explain to Jonathan why we do this, and what I hope he's learning. Suddenly, I realized that the words coming out of my mouth were not my own. I was describing it completely differently than normal - and it was all God giving me words. It was great! And just in case I needed verification that they were given to me by God and not out of my own wisdom, I can't remember anything I said. Only that it was about Jesus, and our need for him. I love it when God answers our prayers in ways we don't expect!