Armed with Truth for a Date Night with the Hubs
Lately I have been soaking up all things Rachel Hollis, though I think I am late to her fast moving train (best selling everything, 1 million followers on Instagram and a hugely successful media company). In fact, I had never heard of her until a few weeks ago. It was sort of random that I even bought her book, Girl, Wash Your Face. Amazon was having a sale, and the title caught my attention. Simple as that. I didn’t know what the book was about or who she was.
Around the same time as this book purchase, I had been thinking about starting a blog. I have written some here and there and shared my writing with a small, private audience, but I felt called to dive in full force. Now felt like the time. Fast forward, and I am reading Rachel Hollis’ book and beginning my blog at the same time. I do not believe this to simply be a coincidence, but rather God giving me his nod of approval and nudge of motivation.
But her book and my new commitment to this blog is not what this post is about. It is actually about date night, which is why I had to share about Rachel Hollis.
Rachel is pro date night with the hubs, weekly date night in fact. Dalton and I, being high school sweethearts, have been together for over 10 years, and dating just seemed like a thing of the past. Dating was for school kids. But with Rachel’s book in hand and her podcast ringing in my ears, I felt a new motivation to slip on a cute outfit, call the grams to watch the babe and go out with my hottie hubby.
That was - until Thursday morning.
Thursday morning I unravelled. Dalton and I got into a fight, and actually it wasn’t even a fight. It was more just me losing my cool on Dalton. It was me releasing my anxiety on to the person that was an available target. In my anger, I told him date night was off. I left the house fuming and drove to work. On my drive, I blared my angry music. I cried. I lost control. Feeling the way I did, I needed reinforcements. I needed prayer. I text my best friend, one I know and trust would lift me up in that moment — a friend who wouldn’t ask the details nor judge the argument between Dalton and I but would simply pray. Not only did she pray, but she spoke truth to me that allowed God to do his work. She shared:
Ephesians 4:26-27 - "In your anger do not sin": Do not let the sun go down while you are still angry, and do not give the devil a foothold.
When she text this to me, she had no idea about Rachel Hollis or date night, but when she sent me that text, it was so clear to me that —
I had sinned in my anger, lashing out at my husband, and
I had certainly given the devil a foothold by calling off date night.
Her prayer and this verse was not magic. I still spent the next five hours as work brewing. Work had already been at a fast pace the past month, so with my current state of mind, it was the perfect storm. My anger continued. My panic increased. I could feel my chest tighten and my stomach clench. But, I kept saying the verse to myself over and over. I posted it on my computer desktop. I prayed it. I was determined to read that verse again and again until I was ready to obey.
Midday, my husband text me and said that we needed to go out on date night still. I was able to respond in a kinder way, a way more reflective of the fruits of the spirit rather than the rotten, moldy fruit I had served up this morning. I was ready to obey. I agreed to date night.
Now let me tell you this dear readers, it was still hard. I still felt anxious. I still felt panicy. I was still holding on to some of my anger, but I had put on my cute clothes that morning, I was armed with truth, I love my husband dearly and I was determined to be obedient to God. I would not let my own anger get between us; I would not give the devil a foothold.
I firmly believe the devil attacked me the other morning, knowing I was making a positive step forward to celebrate love and the marriage Dalton and I have. What I believe even more is that God is way bigger. I am so thankful for His truth. I am thankful for friends that remind me. I am thankful for a husband that puts me first and still wanted to go out on a date with this mess of emotions. Bless his heart. We did go out on date night, and it was a great evening.
There were many lessons in this experience, but the largest one for me was the importance of being armed with truth. It is one of our greatest weapons.