Obedience

 

It’s been a while since I last posted a blog. To be honest, I don’t always want to write these. Sharing my thoughts here feels vulnerable, and I don’t like opening myself up to criticism or discomfort. But I’ve realized I can’t keep thinking that way. My fear of being uncomfortable has actually been standing in the way of my obedience to God. So, I’m going to do my best to stop dragging my feet and simply do as He asks.

For those who know me well, you know I can be a little stubborn. If someone told me to do something, one of two things would usually happen: either I’d listen (which wasn’t often), or I’d go out of my way not to do it—just because they told me to. Yep, that’s me! I haven’t shared my full testimony yet, and one day I will—either by writing it out or recording it. I’m still deciding. My story isn’t one of addiction or prison—it’s one of rebellion. But that’s a post for another day.

Over the past few weeks, I’ve been quiet. Watching. Listening. Reflecting—not only on others, but also on myself. One thing I feel led to address is something people often minimize or even make fun of: grief. The recent loss of Charlie Kirk hit me in a way I didn’t expect.

For me, what struck deepest wasn’t just Charlie—it was the picture of his and Erika’s marriage. Even if you didn’t know them personally, you couldn’t miss the love, joy, respect, grace, and obedience Erika showed her husband. Their lives, their marriage, were centered on God. Charlie was the spiritual head of their home, Erika was a wife who honored him, and together they put God first, then each other, and then their children. That kind of order is rare, and it was beautiful.

As a married woman striving to walk in the Word, I want that, too. I want to die to myself daily, pick up my cross, and follow Jesus. I want to be the wife my husband needs me to be—obedient, respectful, and loving. But my flesh? Oh, my flesh loves to pick and choose when to respect him. Ephesians 5:33 tells us plainly: wives are to respect their husbands, and husbands are to love their wives. Respect, honor, obedience—these words don’t make me weak or him superior. They are acts of love because God calls me to them.

My relationship with God always comes first. Scripture reminds us in Deuteronomy 32:35 and Romans 12:19 that vengeance belongs to the Lord. I don’t need to fight for control or justice—that’s God’s role. My role is obedience. And obedience, I’m learning, is not a feeling I act on when it suits me—it’s a command I follow because I love Him.

Wives, we weren’t called to respect our husbands only when they deserve it or when it’s easy. We were commanded to respect them—period. That’s not my opinion, that’s God’s word. And as I choose to put God first, then my husband, then our children, I also choose to love through obedience.

The Kirks gave us a real-life glimpse of what a Christ-centered marriage can look like. Erika’s raw, heartfelt forgiveness and unwavering love show us what walking with Jesus looks like—even in the deepest pain.

As for me? I want to love and respect my husband every day, through every season, until our last breath. Not because it’s always easy, but because I love God—and love is the key, friends.

 Love-

Jane 

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