My Dad and I were just talking world history. What I can never comprehend is why world wars happen….can’t we all just get along?
For the sake of my post, I’m going to start with Napoleon – you know, the Emperor of France – General Extarodinaire. He was kicking butts all over the European continent and England and Prussia (two other European Awesomes) were not so pleased with All of Napoleon’s “Match Points” in being the best.
So England and Prussia got together and stopped Napoleon at…..Waterloo? I’m not a history major, just enthusiast…so forgive me if I’m totally wrong here.
Some feelings were hurt over this people – REAL hurt. Which, as we know, led to World War I and then World War II. Loads of casualties – and they can’t be taken back.
Marriage begins with two people who come from different homes, different ways of understanding life, different standards of living, different habits, and most obviously we are different sexes. Male + Female = instant misunderstanding.
I think sometimes human beings will count up the hurts – and when one of the two will get annoyed with all the points (in tennis “match point”) being accumulated from offenses by the other person – it leads to a small fight over beans.
There may not be yelling, maybe just an annoyed exchange of words…which leaves nothing accomplished other than, now both husband and wife are upset.
World Wars can be prevented, Divorce can be prevented, by being willing to surrender the pride that’s been hurt and communicate the real problem.
I think my husband is less selfish than I am – I’m grateful for that – he and I both want our marriage to get better and better every day, every year. Both of us want unity in our home and community.
Someday, we hope for unity and peace in the world. Call us a bunch of hippies. But, then again, I believe it was Jesus who first wore long hair, a beard, sandals, and went about spreading peace and love (real love) – so I think ‘Christians’ would be a better term for us.
Love is more than a word people, it’s an action.
Overcoming our pride to say, “I’m sorry” is the most difficult part of being married.