Ephesians 5:33 Let the wife see that she respects her husband.

I recently had an opportunity to speak on the subject of respect and thought I would post a blog version of what I shared.

I have typically found it easy to respect my husband, at least what I thought respect looked like. He is the oldest child from a Christian family. He got involved in ministry at a young age, playing music in church starting at the age of 8, and eventually becoming a pastor. He is a natural born leader. People easily follow and respect him.

I, on the other hand, was the only child of very dysfunctional parents. I often had to act like a little adult, taking care of myself in some ways, and being exposed to things that required more maturity than most young children have. I guess that some girls may have gotten use to that kind of self-reliance and found it difficult to submit to their husbands. For me, when people talked about submission in church, it sounded like a dream. Meeting someone who had an even stronger personality than myself was like a wave of relief. To have someone take care of me, to rely on someone other than myself?! As you can imagine, this dynamic had its own set of issues. Recently, while reading Real Marriage, by Mark & Grace Driscoll, I could see that I had been what they called the compliant wife, supporting everything my husband said and did without question, but that kind of blind submission isn’t real respect. When I was young in my marriage I made an idol of my husband. I feared confrontation, wanting to avoid Aaron’s disappointment or rejection because I had made him my savior.  I am glad to be able to say that a few years into our marriage, God removed Aaron from that pedestal, and restored Himself to that rightful place. That was a difficult and painful process, because it involved me realizing that Aaron was a sinful human and would inevitably let me down, but it was vital in getting my priorities straight so that my relationship with God would come first and my relationship with my husband second. It works so much better that way!

Since that time, the holy spirit has helped me to become much better at sharing my feelings, concerns and corrections with Aaron. When I am tempted to fall back into my habits of avoiding confrontation at all costs, I have to pray for God to give me a humble boldness. I do well to remind myself that withholding the input my husband needs from me is not respectful.

Not all women are overly compliant. Some of us tend to be more contentious. There are plenty of Proverbs about this. My favorite is “A continual dripping on a very rainy day and a contentious woman are alike.” Matt Chandler paraphrases this verse saying, “Your husband is literally being water boarded by you!” Some women are obvious about this, they are in your face, opinionated and pushy. If you often find yourself thinking that the way other people do things is foolish, or criticize people for thinking or doing things differently than you, you may be contentious. Still, some women are more subtle in their disrespect. One woman I used to know was less obvious about it. She and her husband were involved in music ministry together. He served frequently, with the heart of a deacon, and involved his wife and son in the things he was doing. Still she regularly complained that she wished her husband would really be the spiritual leader of their family. She would push him and nag him to lead devotion times, attempting to take control of the situation herself with these really specific expectations. From the vantage point of others, her husband was trying to lead their family. Unfortunately, she just refused to trust him with that leadership. While the underlying issue of the overly compliant wife may be idolatry or fear of man, the underlying issue of the contentious wife is usually distrust.

I could go into why this is, but I think most will be able to pretty easily link some life experiences to why you are reluctant to trust your husband, or why you are prone to avoid confrontation because of a fear of man.

The point is, whether you tend to be more compliant or more contentious, we all find it difficult to show respect at times. So what do we do? Well usually, we run to the next “7 steps to becoming a respectful wife” the next book, program, formula that tells us something like “If I show him the respect he desires then he’ll meet my needs and love me in the the way that I desire.” Our sinful hearts love formulas because they make us feel like we have control. But ultimately, formulas fail. Life is not a math problem. Formulas set us up with expectations, and when our expectations aren’t met we become resentful.

The truth is, I am at my best and most respectful as a wife, not when I’m following a formula, but when I am fully focused on the gospel. When I am remembering that because of no act of my own, nothing I can do, that it is simply because God is merciful and gracious that he loves me and sent his son to die for me! He saw me in danger of death and hell and intervened. Though I have failed to speak into my husband’s life and help him in the ways that only I can, Jesus stepped up and brought grace and truth to me in the way that only he can! Unlike a woman who struggles to respect her husband because she deems him undeserving, Jesus has not withheld his love and salvation because we are undeserving. In fact, we are more than undeserving and he died for us still!  When I’m remembering the truth of the gospel, love and respect and graciousness overflows, onto my relationship with my husband because of the gracious way that Christ has dealt with me.

Freedom From Myself

Video

As an only-child, all the Christmas presents were for me and all the attention was for me.

As an American, I’ve been told every day of my life through commercial TV and product placement that I deserve to have whatever I want.

As a student at an American public school, I heard that I am awesome and special and important and that I should never let anyone tell me otherwise.

As an evangelical, I have believed that God and I are bff’s, and he just wants me to be happy.

The teaching of God’s word that’s presented in this video has brought unbelievable freedom for me over the last year or so. Freedom from myself.

I know you were just expecting a blog here and didn’t sign up for this big of a time commitment. This is a long video, I know; but if your’re an American evangelical, like me, you probably need to hear it.

Re:Train Wife


Once a month, Aaron has a weekend intensive for re:Train, the masters level theology and ministry school he is enrolled in. One week out of every month, he works Sunday through Thursday, then attends school Friday and Saturday, equalling zero days off. As you can imagine, this is tiring for both of us. The kids and I hardly see him all week! This past week was our re:Train week for October, and while I wasn’t thrilled about him not having a day off to spend with us or help out with the kids, I was surprised to find that I was looking forward to it in a way. There are several reasons.

First, we sold the majority of our possessions and moved our family from Anchorage to Seattle to be able to attend this program. We felt like God was calling us to go so that Aaron could get this specific training during this season. I feel blessed that God has provided the financial means for the school. I also feel blessed just to be in that place where you know you are actively participating in God’s will for your life.

Another thing I look forward to is the teaching. Aaron comes home and tells me all about everything he’s learning. I watch his assigned pre-course lecture videos with him prior to the weekend. He reads me excerpts from the books he’s reading for homework. He texts me from class when something a professor says really strikes him as profound. People who really know me know I love all that stuff. In fact, if I had a bachelor’s degree and I wasn’t in the busy stages of mothering young children, I secretly would like to do something like re:Train. When Aaron comes home from class, we typically stay up late into the night talking about Biblical exposition and Old Testament studies. I love it!

But I think the main reason that I look forward to re:Train weekends is Aaron’s classmates. Their school is divided into “cohorts,” and I guess you could say the cohort you’re in is based on your calling. Aaron is part of the church planter cohort: 20 guys that are pretty much like him. I’m not saying that they are all energetic extroverts. What I mean is that they are men who lead through humble service and live to glorify God and see His name proclaimed in their own hometown and throughout the world. Most of them come from out of town, and each month we usually have some sort of barbecue or get together. What a joy it is to be around these kind of men! They’re a blessing and encouragement to my husband. My kids love them. They never show up empty handed. They always offer to help…The list goes on.

Most of them are married and I know their wives must be blessed. I know what it’s like to be married to a servant-leader. When you’re married to a man who relentlessly pursues Jesus and serves his family, you can’t help but thrive. Sure, there are sacrifices like weeks with no days off and long Sundays serving the church, but the benefits are far greater than the sacrifices. My husband’s love for God makes me want to love God more. His humble service to me and the kids and the body of Christ make me want to serve in love.

The other day, I was reading through a journal I’ve kept of funny and endearing things our girls have said or done. One particular instance was of our middle daughter, Delaney, who crawled into bed with me one Sunday morning when she was only two. Daddy had already left early before the rest of us were up to prepare to lead the church in worship. When she noticed his empty spot, she asked where he was. I told her that he had already left for church but that he loved her very much. She responded happily, “And he loves God…and you, Mommy.” I love what it says about my husband, that his little girl could easily identify these important things about her dad at such a young age.

Thank you Jesus for raising up men like my husband and his classmates! Thank you re:train for cooperating with the Lord in training and equipping them to lead and disciple others, to the glory of God!

Identity Theft

Today I went grocery shopping. Reagan behaved excellently, which is really out of character for her when it comes to grocery shopping. So we rented Bambi 2 (only half the childhood trauma of the original Bambi!) For dinner, I had picked up the supplies for making our own pizza. It’s messy. Usually I hate messes, but the kids love making their own dinner and Aaron…well, Aaron just loves pizza. When I got home I unloaded our groceries and noticed that the car desperately needed vacuuming. The car is low on my priority list compared to the house, but I knew if I vacuumed the car it would make Aaron really happy, so I did it. Then I put Reagan down for a nap and helped Delaney (who is only in school half day) with her homework.

When I picked up Mackenzie from the bus stop, I asked her about her school day. It was generally good, but a girl who is sometimes not very kind to her was, once again, the low point in her day. The girl was threatening to tell on her for something she was doing, not knowing the teacher had given Mackenzie permission. She engaged the girl – politely to hear Mackenzie tell it – although I’m sure she was probably a little defensive. For the rest of the morning the girl was cold toward Mackenzie. Even though Mackenzie had not done anything to deserve being tattled on, she chose to approach the girl a little later and said “I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings earlier.” She said that the girl gave her a hug and treated her like a friend the rest of the day. I was immediately reminded of Proverbs 15 where it says “A gentle answer turns away wrath,” and I told her about it. Then I told her something like, “Wow, Mackenzie! God is really working in your heart to show kindness even when someone isn’t kind to you. That’s so cool! Your kindness softened her.”

I always want to encourage my kids when I see good things in their life, but I am careful not to build their identity on their good behavior. My kids, like the rest of the human race, are selfish more often than not. They may behave well today, but they will never fulfill my law or God’s perfectly. So I try to make it clear that the good things they do are the work of the Holy Spirit in their lives, and that they are unconditionally loved and accepted in spite of all the bad things they do. As Dr. Tim Keller puts it, “You are more sinful and flawed than you ever dared believe, and more accepted and loved than you ever dared hope!”

Mackenzie and I got home. We snuggled and tickled and talked about school some more. Then we all commenced our messy pizza project. Aaron came home briefly for dinner before I sent him back out the door with some guys to go see one of his favorite bands in concert. The kids began watching Bambi 2 as I cleaned up the pizza mess and started packing tomorrow’s school lunches. As I reflected on my day, I was glad to realize that I had spent it serving my family with delight and not the obligation or even begrudging that sometimes creeps in to my heart. For a brief moment, I was tempted to pat myself on the back…to get just a little satisfaction…a little bit of identity as super-wife-and-mom… But my Father won’t let me build my identity on my good behavior, though He knows I’ve spent most of my life trying to. It was His Holy Spirit that enabled me to serve with gladness, not anything of my own. I was begrudging last week and will likely feel obligated instead of joyful tomorrow. Jesus already knows it, and loves me in spite of it. I will have my identity in Him alone.

This Is Not a Parenting Post

The following was written by my fantastic wife, Erin Lynn. She is (now) a regular contributor to this blog.

Yesterday I had a battle with my daughter’s will. A minor infraction turned into an hour long process. Kids are terrible at picking their battles. In a nutshell, she responded to a mild correction with a bad attitude and was sent to her room. Several times, my husband and I each went up to her room to try and work it out with her, but she wouldn’t talk. At one point I basically spelled out for her what had happened. Then I asked her if she felt like her outburst was justifiable and she shook her head. I asked her if she felt like it was inappropriate and she nodded. Progress! Then I asked her if she would be willing to repent out-loud to me and to the Lord, but she couldn’t bring herself to verbalize her wrong doing. That’s when I realized her sin was literally separating her from the rest of the family. More than just her initial anger, her pride was now keeping her from repenting and be reconciled with us. And I explained that to her. I told her that while she was alone in her room we were sad because she was not experiencing community with us. I even told her that, like the father from the Bible story of the prodigal son, her dad was sitting down stairs hoping she would return to get a hug and be a part of the family again. How like us with our Father, letting our pride keep us from repentance and reconciliation. Nothing teaches me about our relationship with God like parenting. Nothing.

I know there are probably people who would say I could’ve just let it go and saved all of us the time and drama. I’m sure there are even people who would suggest the best parenting method would have been to ignore it. It’s true that as a parent I have to use wisdom and pick my battles, to know when to confront and when to let things go. Don’t think that I make my kids engage in long, emotional discussions every time they’re cranky. So in the midst of all this I had started to ask myself if this was all really necessary. That got me thinking of the modern skeptic question, “Was Christ’s death on the cross really necessary? Couldn’t God just forgive?” It would’ve been much easier to ignore her behavior. Dealing with it cost me time and emotional energy, the discomfort of confrontation and her potentially negative reaction to my confronting her. The truth is though, sin separates. Maybe not right away, but as she gets older and her attitude gets more blatant and defiant, the rift grows bigger and bigger. Worst case scenario, she becomes an adult and we kind of go our separate ways. God could’ve said something like, “Hey, I know I’ve been nothing but kind and gracious to them and they’ve been nothing but selfish, ungrateful and hurtful to me and my creation; but it’s whatever.” Then we could continue to go our separate ways, for eternity. I’m not going to go into how terrible that what have been for us. But God desires deeper relationship with us than that. I desire deeper relationship with my daughter than that, and it cost me something. So on this day, in this instance, I decided this lesson was worth the cost. So again and again my husband and I returned to her room, kind of like the way again and again God pursues us in his mercy. As I pleaded with her that she would not allow her pride to keep her isolated, it started to sound so familiar… As I assured her that she was already loved and accepted and forgiven, I thought of the love the Father has lavished on me that I should be called his child. When I asked her to please just repent and be reconciled, I was reminded that His kindness leads us to repentance and repentance leads to life.

Update from Erin Lynn

When Aaron first told me that his friend from Seattle suggested he apply for the Mars Hill internship, I said, “He knows you have a family, right?” During the weeks leading up to the internship, I would flippantly tell people, “God’s going to have to provide a free house or something.” There was a part of me that knew He could do something like that and another part of me that didn’t actually think He would. So when Mars Hill pastor Bubba Jennings told us that a couple from the church were school teachers in China and had offered to let us use their home for the school year, I was blown away!

The first week we had been at Mars Hill, Pastor Bill Clem had spoken about God convicting him saying, essentially, don’t ask me for something if you would be surprised if I did it. That same Sunday was the day the owners of the home had approached Bubba and Bill to ask if there were any students or interns that could benefit from the use of their home. All at once I felt convicted, humbled and very loved by the God of the universe.


Before we left Anchorage, I got my first tattoo, a swallow with the scripture reference Matthew 8:20. “Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head.” I got it because I knew this season of our lives might not be easy. I wanted to remember that He gave up his home in heaven for me, I could certainly give up my earthly home for Him. I wanted to remember that He never promised that being a disciple would be easy, but that it would be worth it. In a way, we are still homeless. The home we’re staying in is not our own. It’s full of someone else’s things. In less than a year, we will be looking for somewhere else to go. It’s like He’s calling us out of comfort, stability and security, into discipleship that is costly. But He is meeting us there, with a strong showing of his love and grace. I don’t know what is next, but I know that I’ve relied on myself too much in the past. I will choose to rely on Him in the future.