HONEY, I’VE WRECKED OUR HOME!

This morning during my prayer time, I said something that snatched both Jesus and I out of it. I said “Thank you Father I’m no longer a homewrecker”. Talk about a confession. First, let me make it very clear,  I HAVE NEVER STEPPED OUTSIDE OF MY MARRIAGE!  I am not a homewrecker according to Webster dictionary, but for some odd reason I knew exactly why I said it when I said it.

I’m guilty for going into marriage thinking it would naturally ooze romance, love, friendship, excitement and good times. I was uninformed that those things had nothing to do with marriage itself, but had everything to do with the individuals. If we, as people lacked, our marriage would. We controlled what we oozed.

As of late my marriage oozed, well more so reeked bitterness, disappointment and deadly silent treatments. Rico has been gracious enough as always to extend truce, my lack of maturity wouldn’t allow me. I was my homes own enemy.

Real representation of Rico calling “truce”.

home·wreck·er

    1. a person who is blamed for the breakup of a marriage or family, especially due to having engaged in an affair with one member of a couple.

Key phrase: “engaged in an affair”.

love affair

1: a romantic attachment or episode between lovers

2: a lively enthusiasm; America’s love affair with baseball

Although I was not engaged in an affair with someone else, I had a lively enthusiasm for everything other than what God called love to be. I had a lively enthusiasm with pride, selfishness, stubbornness and anger.  All things that had the ability to wreck my home.

As a society we have associated the term homewrecker with a person outside of the relationship. What do we call it when the mole is internal and is the wife?

“A wise woman builds her home, but a foolish woman tears it down with her own hands.” – Proverbs 14:1 [NLT]

She is called a fool.