I got a heartfelt email from Victoria* (not her real name), a sweet lady in Nairobi who has been married about a year.
I'll paraphrase some of her statements, and then paste my response to her. Please keep messaging me about your marriage experiences concerning submission. Not just the pain but also the joys of it.
Here we go.
I realized that many of you are new here, and I wanted to post links to how The Orchid Blooms began. We started by sharing our journey through severe postpartum depression with my first child, then depression after we lost our second child, and finally severe postpartum depression coupled with severe anxiety after we had our third child. The journey has been a long and painful one, but thankfully with a happy ending.
Welcome to The Orchid Blooms guys. I appreciate you being here, reading what I write.
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Part 1: http://www.theorchidblooms.com/blog/september-10th-20167180703
Part 2: http://www.theorchidblooms.com/blog/how-it-was-before
Part 3: http://www.theorchidblooms.com/blog/blindsided
Part 5: http://www.theorchidblooms.com/blog/he-stilled-the-storm-to-a-whisper
Part 6: http://www.theorchidblooms.com/blog/the-second-wave
Part 7: http://www.theorchidblooms.com/blog/the-third-wave
"A man is not far from the gates of heaven when he is fully submissive to the Lord's will."
- Charles Spurgeon
I come in peace.
I've received your messages asking me where I've disappeared to and why I left you hanging with this sticky topic of submission. I do apologize!
So, the power company gifted us three full days of no electricity last week; we were embroiled in an ugly bill fiasco. It's sorted now, thank God. You would be surprised how long three days really are, when your phone is off and you can't charge it. Your iPad's dead too as well as all the computers in the house. The kids can't watch cartoons, and you can't play any music to distract everybody. You're lining up to boil shower water on the gas cooker, fighting over the solar lamps at night...and of course, lugging buckets to flush toilets because the water pump needs electricity to give you running water. All in all, it was an exhilarating 72 hours.
Well then. Are we ready? Bibles open? Hearts and minds ready for the seismic event that lies ahead? LOL. Let's do this.
This is it. This is a watershed moment for The Orchid Blooms. I'm either going to have a massive leap in my readership, or I'll end up shutting the site down because of a giant exodus of followers. There is no topic that polarizes women like this one does. Well, maybe abortion might trump submission, but that's a story for another day.
So, how am I going to do this? Well, I've asked God to illuminate the way. The last thing I want is to misinterpret His words in the Bible, and cause women to disobey Him. God help me. Let's make some things clear before we begin.
I've been away too long, I know...so sorry for leaving you hanging. Our house got hit by a frightening infection that we never got to identify, but was suspected to be Salmonella. Both my kids and my husband were very ill, but I was somehow spared. I spent a week and a half nursing my dehydrated patients; pretty scary, and draining. Thank God, all are healed now.
This is going to be a long one...take a seat. Now, where did we end last time...
We officially became an item on the 4th of July 2010.
The next six months were the most joyous I had ever experienced. We spent every free moment together. He would come over to the hospital while I was on call, bringing me chocolate at 2 am in the morning. Other days he would pick me up when my shift was over at 8 am and take me for breakfast, then drop me home to sleep. I had a grueling but strangely light schedule; I worked 24-hour shifts.
Christian, wife, mom, doctor, and an alien on earth, on my way to the city of God.