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The Mind of the Good Man Part Two

Last week we began this series, with Part One:  Acceptance. We were once again reminded that we choose this man in our lives for better or worse, and if we haven't yet accepted him for who he is, then that must be done first. 

Next we move to Part Two of this little series The Mind of the Good Man.  We will look at the issue of...

2.)  Time
I’ll be the first to tell you, I’m a busy woman. I have five children ages nine and under. I have a household to manage, clothes to clean, schedules to keep, doctors to visit, kids to potty train, meals to make, and somehow find the time to shop, sew, check email, watch the news, and never miss a favorite TV show. There will never be enough hours in the day to accomplish all I feel I must. That’s the point. There will never be enough time. It’s so easy to neglect a major piece of my life when that piece isn’t complaining. That piece is my Good Man. He needs my time and appreciation. Simply making time for him makes him know I appreciate him. When I took my vows, I promised to keep him first priority, and when kids came along, it became harder and harder to keep him first, when the needs of the children are so very present and vocal!



Job Two: If it is hard to give lots of time, start small. How difficult is it to send a quick note to him asking him how his day is going? Can you pick up his favorite desert or drink when you are out and about? When he gets home can you stop what you are doing and go say ‘Welcome home’ with a kiss? Can you listen to him talk about his day without interruption? If children are constantly in between you, start teaching them that Mom and Dad need time to talk as well, and they will have to wait. Be creative. All these seemingly little things aren’t really little at all. With no words you are telling your good man, you are thinking of him, you love him and you appreciate him. When you give your time, it’s a precious gift. Even he knows that.

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