I am bad at DIY (do it yourself) work. Really bad. Here is the mathematical explanation:
Small leak + one hour of my effort = Noah’s Flood.
The Lord gave me relationship and technology skills…but not handyman capabilities. Tim Taylor would kick me out of the man club with a significant grunt.
In response I have developed a severe hatred for all home improvement (pun intended) type projects. Hatred. Severe. Like Lex Luthor hates Superman or Gargamel hates Papa Smurf. Arch enemies…me and DIY.
You know what my wonderful wife loves? Painting. Not the Andy Warhol or Leonardo DaVinci type stuff…painting rooms in our house. I don’t. At all. It’s DIY. I hate it. Clear I’d rather run three Warrior Dash races in a row than paint a room. (Perhaps that’s not a good example…because running a Warrior Dash is AWESOME!)
Recently we’ve determined we need to do some fixing up of our home. You know what that includes? Care to guess? Yep. Painting rooms.
You know what I did? Volunteered to help. Sally’s response? Verbatim: “But you hate painting.” Truer words were never spoken.
So why did I volunteer? Simple.
Sometimes you need to do what you hate to serve the one that you love.
Don’t miss this. Serving your wife has less to do with the action itself than the willingness to do it. The mere act of volunteering is a demonstration of humility and self denial.
One last point. When I volunteered I was VERY careful to do so sincerely. Begrudgingly serving is worse than not serving at all. We must serve with an attitude of love and grace.
“You, my brothers and sisters, were called to be free. But do not use your freedom to indulge the flesh; rather, serve one another humbly in love.” -Galatians 5:13
Oh, FYI she let me paint one side of one door. Apparently even though I was willing to serve she wasn’t willing to let me mess up the whole job. Fair enough.
Tell me in the comments how you are going out there to serve your wife in love!