A Difference

Yesterday my husband said to me he was noticing a difference in our lives and thanked me.  I replied, "Thank God."  So he did.  He noted he was wanting to spend more time with his family.  I want so badly to tell him about my mission; however, each time that urge pokes its head upon my tongue, I pray God will ease it back down.  He will reveal to me when the time is right.  It's certainly too early.  I'm proud.  Proud God is working so diligently with me, with us, to move our marriage forward.  My prayer for my mission was for God to work on me.  He is not only answering my prayer, but answering the desires of my husband's heart as well.  I know my husband wants the best for our marriage.  Many arguments have stemmed from him not measuring up.  That's right, I said HIM.  Four days into the blogject, God has shown me my husband didn't need to do anything.  God wanted me to change.  God is changing me.  I'm certain my willingness and my heart's desire to be a better wife and better daughter to God and praising Him for his work in me, God is changing my husband as well.  In the past I believed if my husband would change himself, I would change after he did.  Certainly I was not at fault for issues within our marriage.  Amazingly, God knew my heart was ready to be molded by His hands.  I knew I was ready.  We are all God's children and He wants the absolute best for us. 
The Lord is changing us together in our marriage.  A mission I started for me, God has moved us closer and will continue for the duration our lives together.  A mission we are now both committed to and one of us doesn't even know.  I have not once pushed anything onto my husband, not once opened my mouth and demand he join this operation.  God has provided glimpses of a life we have both longed for to my husband.  Willingly, and unaware of my mission, he is following God, for all the right reasons.  Praise God for He is working

One good thing my husband did today:  Helped me clean the house without too much outward complaining.