Larry was driving while I continued with some paperwork that was on my lap, glancing down the entire rest of the drive. A few minutes later we ended up in a parking space and the car stopped. I glanced up to see where we were: an Indian buffet.
I looked at Larry and smiled and said, "You love me...so much." He just said, "yep."
Before we even walked into the place I knew it didn't matter what they had on the buffet or on their ala carte menu. Larry would only eat two helpings of tandoori chicken. And drink lots of diet soda. Tandoori chicken is the only thing eats at an Indian place. And he's not even crazy about it. He just tolerates it. He is okay with the Naan. (The Indian bread) But he doesn't crave anything there.
|My plate of food at our lunch last week. Mmm Mmm|
My point of this post is not just to inform anyone unaware of the awesomeness of Indian food. It's to share about the power of preferring your spouse.
Romans 12:10 says, "Be devoted to one another in love. Honor one another above yourselves."
I had warm fuzzies all day when I thought about my husband's unselfish devotion. He could have just as easily pulled into a Greek place to get a gyro, something we both enjoy just as much. But he didn't. He preferred me. Which makes me want to prefer him all the more.
What would happen in our marriages if we created a cycle of preferring?