All posts by Chad Krueger

He Loves Us

A few years back I was sitting in church, the pastor had just delivered “the pitch”. He was asking the congregation if they had prayed the prayer giving your life to Jesus Christ to raise your had. He wanted to pray for those whom had just given their lives to the Lord. I being my sinful selfish self sat grumbling, again. The pastor was on a every Sunday run of giving “the pitch”. Sure, I knew it was more than that, but every Sunday? Come on!

I decided I was going to sneak a peek and have a look to see if anybody really had their hand up. When I looked around there were indeed a few with their hands raised. I then looked up towards the stage and all the worship leaders were there, one had her eyes open too, looking out towards the new believers with their hands raised. She had sincerity in her face and tears coming from her eyes. I was immediately humbled as I became aware how these few lives had changed forever in just a moment. I was more understanding why the pastor offered to lead people in the prayer every weekend and the importance of the opportunity.

Today as I sat in church this morning we had people of all ages being baptized. Tears of a special kind of joy filled my eyes  as they came up out of the water. The public proclamation of not only placing their trust in Jesus Christ but choosing to follow Him and live in His ways for ever. Today the pastor spoke about how baptism was not something that you just do but that is by the leading of the Holy Spirit that we choose to be baptized. It is heart racing, adrenaline pumping, I am laying down my old ways and becoming a new creation in Jesus Christ. I am choosing to follow Jesus despite the cost or circumstance.

Albeit  some follow Him better than others and that is okay. God does not look at and rate our short comings and sins. None of us are perfect or will ever be perfect. He loves us anyway, forever, just-the-way-we-are. He never leaves us, He is always there, no-matter-what. He is our father, we can run away, He still loves us. We can do the unthinkable wrong, He still loves us. We can and do scoff at His word, He still patiently waits and loves us. He is always ready and openly forgives when we say we are sorry for what we have done. No matter how we shake, scream, cry, cheat, and do wrong against Him, He is still there. He knows who we are, every intimate detail. He will NEVER LEAVE!

Where ever I go He is with me.




There are times in life when we as people come to a crossroad, and sometimes it might be a fork in the road, a time in life when we have to make a decision. Some decisions are simple and easy:  vacation or stay-cation, fix a vehicle or buy a new one, and then there are the ones that are, well, a bit more complicated. I recently came to a crossroad. I had a choice to make. I could continue down the road I was on, that was safe and secure as far as I knew, or make a deviation from the direction we were going. Then, there is the most important  thing we as believers are called to do. You see, there is a God who’s intelligence is far more superior to ours, or anybody’s who has ever existed, and the best part is we can consult Him at any point in time, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.  I sought after God’s will in my life and for my family. I felt His leading for us to move to Colorado Springs.

We came to Colorado Springs on a vacation in April of 2014. We had a good time visiting Focus on the Family, swimming in hotel pools (We recommend Comfort Suites on Kelly Johnson Blvd. for the pool slide.), and traveling to surrounding places. Oh, and the adventure of the Cog Railway from Manitou Springs to Pikes Peak. During the majority of this vacation, I was severely ill, almost to the point of an ER visit. I believe, after a visit to the G.I. doctor, I may have had a intestinal fungal infection otherwise known as severe bloating. I know, too much information. Anyway, both my wife and I come to the conclusion that this was not the place for us. Too fast, too busy, and too big. We made our way home to continue on our existing, secure, and safe path.

The nudge was too great and continued to steadily and gently push us in this direction, but was I sure that this was really was the leading of the Holy Spirit? I had to seek the wisdom of whom I believed were Godly men. A few men at church took the time to speak with me, to listen to my thoughts and concerns. One, in particular, asked all the tough questions about debt and finances. He asked if we were in continual prayer. How e-x-a-c-t-l-y does the Mrs. feel about all of this? We weighed the options of following God’s leading or staying put. Invest the talents or bury them in the ground for safe keeping? (We know what that outcome was. Matthew 25:14-30.)

Proverbs 3 : 5 & 6

Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths. 

I had looked through the Bible trying to find another in a likewise situation. It seemed that everybody had a reason why they were called to do something. Here I am today still trying to figure out why, trying to read the last chapter of this story, I am impatiently waiting.

My employer had requested a month notice, I gave him two and a half. Kind-of buying time in the event I was wrong and at the same time going the extra mile for my employer. God’s leading was still there, never changing. In June we put our home up for sale. August we came to Colorado Springs and with a list I made began to drive by houses looking for one suitable for our family. There ended up only being one we could look at in the few days I allotted for us to search.  It was more then we wanted to spend, It was better then we could ask for, it has a awesome park across the street for our kids and beautiful view of mountains. Close to trails both paved and unpaved and a large backyard. We felt good about it in so many ways. We prayed and signed a lease.


The undertaking to pack up the house was far more then we could have ever expected. Over 12 people of all different backgrounds, most of whom I did not know, helped load the moving truck (I had the thought that it was like they were trying to get rid of us). The blessing of the help brought a humbling sense of gratitude for the men who risked injury to get us on our way. We arrived at our new location on the fifth of September. On the afternoon of the sixth I found my self at a place where I could not physically lift another box or piece of furniture. When we get to the breaking point God is there just as He always has been.God’s blessing yet again. A man whom I have never met was sent by an old friend and together we moved in the heavy furniture. Then my friend and his family, children and parents and his parents helped with the last stretch of the unloading. God’s blessing once again. The next morning I thought I would be to sore to move, however  I awoke feeling fine and ready for more.

We had to make a second trip back to clean house (with volunteer help, thank you!) and pack up the remaining items. Say tearful goodbye to neighbors and be on the road for the fifteenth time in a month (we went to Santa Barbara to see family too).

Here we are many job applications later, in search of a church, wondering what God has planned, what He is up to. Worried about what my in-laws are saying, worried about income and insurance, worried about the baby yet to come and how to pay for the medical care we will need when that time does come.

I still have faith, faith that God has a perfect plan, faith to not lean on my own understanding. The added time I get to spend with  my wife and daughters. The hike on the mountain yesterday afternoon. The blessings out weigh the worry, and with that is my closing thought.

We can go on our own way, a way that we may think is safe and secure, or it may not be. We can follow him in faith and trust, we can do His will, and not only will His blessing be upon us in His time, it will spill over to those around us. God makes all things beautiful in his time. And in His way.

In the end we will get to read the last chapter and see what God has done. We will be awe and wonder at how great He is.

Man Up: A Brief Instruction Manual

Well Said!!!

The Accidental Missionary

Not long ago, my wife escaped the confines of our house to enjoy what is known as a “girl’s weekend.”  If you have not heard of such a thing, I am not surprised.  Finding a “girl’s weekend” in its natural habitat is as rare as bumping into a cucumber sandwich at a monster truck rally.

While Gabby enjoyed what I imagined to be endless Sex and the City reruns interrupted by the occasional pillow fight, I was left at home to care for the kids.  The prospect was both exciting and scary.  I love having one-on-one time to shape their character in ways only a dad can, but knowing I would have to keep track of homework and execute a legitimate pony tail gave me indigestion.


As soon as we woke up the next morning, Jake and Audrey excitedly asked,

“What are we doing today, Daddy?”

“Well, I need to…

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Edward Krueger

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My Grandpa Ed I knew a little better. My dad would load up all five kids in the station wagon, fill the Coleman cooler with food, hitch up the Coleman tent trailer, and head for the mountains. We lived in Phoenix, so the cool mountains of Colorado were a welcome retreat from the valley of the sun. My grandfather lived in Monte Vista, Colorado at the time, and I remember as a kid the trips we would take up there. Most often there were other relatives there too, and cousins. I remember when we were running around the house and my two cute blonde cousins met me at the corner in a head on collision. If I remember right, that incident knocked out my front tooth.

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I always remember good times up there. I remember my brother getting driving lessons and running down some mailboxes. It was a accident.

Remember in the last post about rivers and how they change their course and life changes? About the time we moved to Santa Barbara, without knowing my grandfather’s intentions, he moved to Sun City, Arizona. This was discouraging to my dad; if he had known, I think we would have stayed in Phoenix. We still made trips to see my grandfather from time to time.

Years went by, many years without a visit to see him. It took a trip out to see a girl who would later become my wife for me to stop by and see him. He still had and really always had his welcoming, friendly smile. We caught up on life, looked at pictures, talked about Christ and how great He is. After all the time that had passed, he made me feel welcome all over again. When I left, a lump arose in my throat, and by the time I made it to the interstate, tears were running out the doors of my pickup truck. I was mad, mad at all the lost years of not knowing and having a relationship with extended family because my mom was uncomfortable with them. Nobody could hold a grudge like my mom. There I was, a grown man, a construction worker, driving down the highway, sobbing and crying over a relationship I did not have. Little did I know, I was soon going to be living in the area.  God had written my story, and when I listen to His leading, life is lived at it’s best. I moved back to Phoenix to start a courtship with my wife. Getting to play cards with Grandpa was a byproduct, no, maybe a reward for following God’s will for my life.

I did’t just get to know my grandpa, I got to establish relationships with my aunts, Bonnie and Peggy, whom I adore, Uncle Mike, Billy, and John. We laughed and had fun just playing cards.

My grandfather has passed, but he left a great legacy of sons, daughters, and lots of grandchildren.

Krueger's in Monte Vista



The Lost Wallace Treasure

I have only one memory of my grandfather. As a little child (very little), I walked to a back bedroom of our home in Phoenix. My grandparents were sitting on a couch in the darkened room with the window behind them. All I could see were their silhouettes against the light. I stopped short, and my grandfather said in a tough, manly, deep voice, “Well, what do you want?” I do not know that I wanted anything, but the sound in his voice scared me, and as I turned to run, my grandmother scolded him for frightening me. That is my only memory of him.

My mom never wanted to talk about her dad or her childhood. All I have through the years are bits and pieces of her childhood growing up. Bits and pieces of stories put together in my mind like a jigsaw puzzle that is missing most of the key pieces to really know who not only my grandfather was but also my own mother. As a kid growing up in California, I did not put much thought into this; it was just the way it was. Besides all the stuff of adolescence, my grandparents lived in Kansas. They might as well lived in the Appalachian mountains. It’s all the same to most people in California.

It’s funny, how the course of a river can change its path over time, or in my case, my life. You see, I married a girl who, like my mom, is from Kansas, and over time, life brought me back close to where my mom was raised.

I made a couple of trips up to the little town of Winchester, Kansas and drove around using the puzzle pieces my mom had given me. I found the old farm. I even recognized some places from old picture slides. I eventually made my way nervously and sheepishly to the rest home where my grandmother was. I remember when I saw her picture on the door, I was taken by the resemblance between my own mother and her. I knocked and made my way into her room, introduced myself, and explained who I was. She remembered, well, for about five minutes. We talked anyway. I read to her some of the cards that were on her bulletin board, she enjoyed that. I would explain who I was from time to time, and she would light with excitement and say “Oh my stars!” in disbelief that I was really there. She would tell short memories of her children, of my mom. She was so proud of her babies, her boys, her daughter, and her daughter’s daughter.

One of my wife’s friends grew up just down the road from Winchester and asked her uncle if he had heard of my grandfather. She shared some stories and encouraged me to try again to get in touch with my uncle. I had about given up  when he finally called back and agreed to meet.

I remembered him. He visited us often through the years when we lived in Phoenix. It was like kin that had been lost across the world and years later reunited. We talked a lot. From him, I was given bags, boxes, and buckets of puzzle pieces. That made me want more. I was hooked. I wanted to know more about my family, more about my mom. I lived with her for years and years but there was so much that was “none of my business.” Now I was able to add to the puzzle and begin to make out some kind of picture of where I came from. Even though I did not know my grandfather, there is a lot of his personality and build in me, I think. Some stories make him out to be a little like James Dean. I picture him as a John Wayne of sorts, or maybe the kind of man Louis L’Amour would write about, a good man. That is how I am going to remember him.

Through the last two years, I have met cousins and another uncle I had never met. I have met my mom’s best friend from when she grew up. I like them, all of them. I obtained all the “known” slides of my grandmother which have since been digitized. I learned about ancestors and relatives that I will never meet. This is truly the best part. Family. That is the true lost treasure that has since been found.

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My grandparents, Marian and Durland Wallace.

The Baby Blanket

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Last night as a husband and a father, I learned the importance of a baby blanket (a lesson that every dad will learn), especially one that was handmade by a dear friend and given as a gift to our daughter. It turned out it was my doing that caused it to mysteriously come up missing.  Big surprise, right?

We journeyed out last night on a double date, plus one — our friends and our youngest daughter, Charlotte. Charlotte was having a hard day, so we did not feel comfortable leaving her behind with the sitters. I had flashback memories of when I had taken care of a baby and could not sooth him to be at peace. I thought about the young girls with five walkers and runners to take care of along with a upset five-month-old baby. I imagined getting the call in the middle of dinner for a rescue.  No, let’s just keep her with us.

Oh, yeah, this is supposed to be about “the  blanket.”

After a superb supper at the Keltic Star, we prepared to depart and became, for the first time, aware of the missing “hand-crafted blanket.” The look I received let me know that the recovery of said item was detrimental to this outing being a success.  After surveying the restaurant and interviewing staff, I came back with nothing but notes in mind. We departed. On the drive to retrieve our older children from the home of the other half of our double date, I took notice of the expression on the face of my passenger. It was like a very special friend whom she had deep, deep adoration of was never to be seen again. “Maybe it was with the other girls,” I commented, offering a glimmer of hope. We were sure it had been with us, though. After loading the girls into the car for the ride home, I offered to search the city until the successful recovery of the “hand crafted by a dear friend baby blanket.”  Well, at least the route of our adventure this particular night.

I dropped the girls off at home and asked the Lord for help as I departed the driveway. The first restaurant we stopped at had a hour wait, so we did not stay there. I interviewed the hostess and bartender with results of heads moving side to side. I checked the area where we parked and departed to the second stop. As I drove through the dark, icy streets, I remembered the story of my father-in-law  driving for a hour to a known location for a blanket recovery when his daughters were young. I rounded the corner on the street where we had parked, and a block and a half later, there lay the infamous blanket, warming the dirty, slushy snow on the edge of the main path of vehicles.

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I had been carrying the car seat as I walked behind the car, and one of two blankies draped over Charlotte slid from the carrier. This was not the first time this had happened, but it was the first time that nobody was behind me to call out my mistake.

On the drive home, I thought of the relief my wife would have and how she’d be able to sleep peaceably–well, as much as a woman can with a five month old. I also thought of the snow that was covered by the “hand-crafted-by-a-dear-friend, green-with-frilly-edges baby blanket.” Did those crystals of ice appreciate the time that they had with the warmth and security of this piece of fabric? Did they know just how special this particular blanket was? Or did they just feel smothered with a barrier placed between them and the cool wind?

My wife was relieved, I was relieved, and Charlotte had her  “hand-crafted-by-a-dear-friend, green-with-frilly-edges baby blanket” that doubles as something neat to chew on.

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The moral of the story? Make reservations when you take your wife out for dinner.

You might want to keep an eye on that blanket, too.




Mount Calvary Lutheran Church in Wamego will be hosting a Stepping Up Super Saturday Video Event on February 1st. This One-Day Video Event uses DVD-based messages combined with small group interaction and personal reflection to bring home the truths about biblical manhood.  Dive deep into the encouragement of Dennis Rainey, Robert Lewis, Mark Driscoll, and others as they lend expertise to strengthen the courage of men in all phases of life.  This is an incredible chance to inspire yourself and your brothers to step up to be a courageous man of God. Topics Include: Defining manhood, Living Courageously, Building a Life of Faith, and Stepping Up to be a great leader. It will be on Saturday, February 1, and start at 8:00 am and end about 3 pm. The cost is $20 per person this will include materials and lunch. You can find out more about the event and register at  We ask for you to pre-register so we can prepare accordingly. For questions please email Brad Jones at at

It’s not too late to leave a great legacy…


Pornography corrupts what God intended intimacy to be.

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I’ve seen it. I have experienced the corruption, too.  I allowed it to corrupt my marriage. Most of us men are so inept of physical intimacy, and the reason is we think we know all there is to know about it.  We think we have it all figured out.  A lot of what we know about sex we have derived from porn.  Most all of the sex talks from public school have been an utter failure in explaining the design of intimacy between a husband and wife.  We don’t know what to say or how to explain it to our children.  Honestly, how can words describe it when most of us don’t live it out in the way God intended it to be?

A few weeks before I was married, my best man handed me a book and said, “You have to read this before you get married.”  (The books were Intended for Pleasure by Ed and Gaye Wheat for me and Intimate Issues by Linda Dillow and Lorraine Pintus for my wife.)  I thought I knew all that there was to know about intimacy, sex, and all the “stuff.”  After reading the book I was, well, kind of enlightened.  I had come to realize that I really did not know very much or anything at all.  It is sad to think about now.  Where did I get my education anyway?  Where did the people in my life, the teachers, my friends, even my own dad learn what they know?  Pornography is a sorry example of sex or lovemaking or whatever you want to call it.  I remember some of the things that I had seen, and I thought, “She does not look like she is enjoying that!”  And all the language, the “dirty” talk, what is that all about? So much of it is faked.  So much of the feeling, the pleasure that is acted out, is just ridiculous. So why do we (both men and women) keep returning to it?

When my heart and the heart of my wife is not into the physical part of our lovemaking, then it becomes just sex.  It looses the emotional depth that makes intimacy so great.  🙂 When our hearts and emotions and our minds are focused on the feelings and enjoyment of our spouse. it becomes the intimate act that God intended it to be.  I become so enthralled with her that I am beyond amazement.  My wife knows that I am there, all of me.

From porn, from past relationships, to the gal I had seen earlier that day, those thoughts rob us of the full enjoyment of sexually  coming together. Thoughts come in and “interrupt.”  Women have the same problems of being “interrupted” but for most women the thoughts are of a different nature. They are of life. They are about responsibilities of what needs to be done or thoughts of what somebody had said to them.  Why can we not focus on where we are?  Why are we so “interrupted?”  What can we do to enjoy being naked with our spouse?

By living a HOLY life.

I am a sinner; I always will be.  Yes, I have been forgiven, saved by grace.  But the consequences of my sins are going to haunt me as long as I let them.  To the extent and frequency that I choose to sin, in any way, there are going to be the consequences, the “interruptions” that take away from the ultimate pleasure of His design.  It saddens me to think about.

And then there are the lies, the lies from the world, the lies from our friends, from even our own spouse. Satan has been known to even  throw some lies into the pool, too.  We, as a whole, have allowed everyone into the most intimate emotional depths of our being.  We have allowed words, deeds, and thoughts to destroy, a little bit at a time, what was designed to be amazing.  We let the world, pornography, and our sins tell us what is right and what is wrong.  We should listen to the One who created everything perfectly.  He made us.  We messed it up.  If we think about just how messed up we are, we begin to understand why our spouse may not like us all that much right now.  Why she does not want to be intimate with me.  We cannot fix it, but we can make it better.

Be humble, say, “I am sorry,” be sincere.  Try to be as good, great, and holy as you can.  Most of us have heard someone say, “I don’t deserve you.”  That statement has more truth in it then we realize.  (I sure know that my wife deserves better.)  God wanted us to have the best.  THE ABSOLUTE BEST!  When we sin, we instead give a marred and broken version of what God intended to be the perfect.

God has ordained intimacy in marriage for us to enjoy each other and give each other pleasure in so, so many ways. To enjoy each others bodies.  Don’t let that gift be corrupted, marred, and broken.  Understand the gift the God intended it to be.  Please, do not let the outside world ruin it as I did.

Guys, God intended your wife to have a perfect gift; you are a marred version of that gift. Are you man enough to say that you are sorry?  And better yet, every day try to be whom God intended you to be? Here is a great place to get the resources to learn and grow into the man God intended you to be.  It has helped me in a massive way. 

Ladies, God also intended you to be a perfect gift.  Your body is, in my opinion, God’s most amazing creation–all of it, including your mind, as a whole.  You can serve both God and your husband and be that amazing creation as a whole that God intended you to be.  Yes, we as men are jerks (God calls us sinners.), and no, we don’t deserve what you have to give.  God calls us to be people who bring glory to Him, and He wants you to enjoy love and physical intimacy the way He designed it.  Will you look past your husband and see what God has intended for good?  Or are you going to let the enemy have the gift that God has given you? You have the power to decide.

1 John 1:9

If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.
Yes, He is that good!
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The Power of Prayer

Not too long ago, another blogger (Time Warp Wife) posted a picture on Facebook from Little House On The Prairie.

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The moment I saw this picture, it struck a chord in me.  Seeing how happy Caroline Ingles (Karen Grassle) is as she kneels with her husband Charles Ingles (Michael Landon) moved me.

My thought was “I am going to start doing this with my wife, starting tonight,” and I did. Over the years, we prayed together in our bedroom, but it had been laying in bed, and it had been very inconsistent. When I asked her to pray with me on our knees by our bed, she was instantly excited.

Something changes when we are on our knees and not just laying in bed.  It is a position of respect before the Lord to kneel before Him as we make our petitions and offers of thanksgiving.  It is also a position of humility, putting our hearts in a right and sincere place. It also keeps the other from falling asleep mid-prayer.  It seems a lot more serious, more real, and more authentic.

We’re tired. My knees begin to quickly hurt.  Side by side and hip to hip, we come together before our God as husband and wife.  It strengthens a deep and intimate bond between us.  It places security deep in the heart of my wife knowing that her husband is man enough to get on his knees for his marriage and pray.  She sleeps more at peace, and, in turn, so do I.

We don’t do this every night.  We are not perfect.  We are just too tired at times or one of us beats the other to bed and simply passes out from fatigue.  Over Thanksgiving, we were not together.  I stayed home sick, and my wife and kids went to be with family in another town.  When we do pray together in this way, it is good.  It is very good.  I have even looked her way and seen her beam with joy and adoration as in the above picture.  A great joy fills her heart that her husband knows the importance of prayer.  Our home is filled with security for the night.

Men, I challenge you to pray with your wife and for your wife.  The more you do, the better it gets, and you’ll get more hugs too. 😉

I love my wife…. well, sort of. Part 2

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There is something about being in the mountains that gives me a sense of peace and amazement. Sitting on a high place overlooking the vast expanses of canyons and ridges. Seeing the clouds roll from the higher peaks. Watching water as it finds its own way around rocks, over falls, and on to its destination. A large bird hovering in an invisible updraft of air, enjoying just being alive. I was able to live for years in a small cabin on the side of a canyon overlooking Santa Barbara, California. In many ways, it was the perfect bachelor life. A season that is past, and I am ok with that. One night before bed, I prayed a prayer asking God that I would have that special woman to share life with. Despite all the benefits of the bachelor lifestyle something was missing, I knew what it was, and I was willing to trade everything for it. I told that to God that night and was 100% sincere about it.

God answered that prayer.

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From Santa Barbara I moved back to the Valley of the Sun, Phoenix Az. This is where I was born. I moved there to get to know a girl I had met on an airplane in route to Tel Aviv Israel. That was January.  In August, we were married, and thus my education began on the building of a marriage. I had thought I knew all there was to keep a woman happy.  True words of a fool were these. I knew nothing! Not only did I know nothing, I was (and still am) an arrogant fool in training to become a tender warrior (Stu Weber).

Our wives will never find unending happiness in us. It is not our job to fill that void. I do not think that was to ever be really filled in anyone, but we will save that for another time.

Women (This is just my understanding here, ladies.) need to feel safe, that we will do our best to protect them as the need may be–what ever it be! This includes provision. They need to feel loved, this is a HUGE part of feeling safe. There is so much in the world that nips away at a womans sense of well-being that tears her down, wears her out, and makes her venerable to destruction. We are men, and we MUST protect them mentally, physically, and emotionally from the world and from our selfish desires. If we do not, we will suffer along with our women. Deep inside of our being, we will know we failed, period. Big, bold, the-size-and-weight-of-a-massive-boulder period! God commands it of us, and we know it. We snivel like little goloums from The Lord Of The Rings. That is what we look like when we don’t step up as men. We are responsible for doing our part without rest to love our wives.

You might say, “You haven’t met my wife.” and you would be right. God has, and He knows your exact situation. He knows you can handle it, and I know that you can too because you were designed by the Creator to do it like nobody else can. We have to get an education in husbandry. We have to get it from the RIGHT source. We owe it to God, our wives, and our children to get a 4.0 GPA. There are so many resources out there, but you have to pursue the material. The time I spend away from building up my marriage will have a significant effect on us all. If your wife is not a gamer, and I mean a serious gamer, then get it out of your life. Take stock of how you spend your time. You are the one who gets to decide what life, marriage, and legacy you will have for your entire family.

Husbands Love Your Wife!

A couple of weeks ago we had a guest speaker at our church who shared incredible insight which I have never heard before. I am saddened that most pastors zip through Ephesians 5 as fast as they can to keep some kind of peace. Maybe they just don’t like all the worms in the can getting loose. Women look at submission like a container of stinky maggots freed in their britches, and it is our fault. Step up and take the blame with me.  C’mon be a man. Let’s grab our tools and fix this thing together!

This guest speaker talked about how we focus on the last week of Jesus’ ministry and death on the cross. We need to focus on how Jesus loved the church as a whole, the entire time he was ministering to the people. He was compassionate with the harlot; He turned away every man who was about to throw stones at her. He protected her and forever changed her life for better. He was a healer, both physically and emotionally. He prepared food for His disciples. He calmed raging seas. He encouraged. He showed the way.

You and I as men cannot do it perfectly, but we can do it well.

“Any fool can have a trophy wife. It takes a real man to have a trophy marriage.”

 -Diane Sollee

I love my wife, and I will learn to love her more every day.


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