“Brian,” I call from the kitchen as I bag up his lunch, “do we have time to read the Bible this morning?”
“Sure,” comes a muffled voice from the bathroom, “if you can do it fast while I put my clothes on. I’m late!”
“Okay. Today is Proverbs 7.” The faucet comes on and I hear him spit into the sink. “Can you hear me, honey?”
“What?”
I walk into the bathroom. “I’ll just follow you around, okay? We’re reading Proverbs 7.”
“Okay. Shoot.”
I begin reading. “’My son, keep my words and store up my commands within you…. they will keep you from the adulteress, from the wayward wife with her seductive words.’”
Brian, pulling a shirt over his head: “Yeah!”
“Ahem. Thank you, honey. Okay. ‘I saw among the simple, I noticed among the young men, a youth who lacked judgment. Out came a woman to meet him, dressed like a prostitute and with crafty intent. (She is loud and defiant, her feet never stay at home.)’”
Brian, slipping on his socks: “YEAH!”
“THANKS. Can I continue?”
“Sure.” He walks into the kitchen and I follow on his heels.
“Okay. ‘Do not let your heart turn to her ways or stray into her paths. Many are the victims she has brought down; her slain are a mighty throng. Her house is a highway to the grave, leading down to the chambers of death.”
Gathering up his bag and his lunch: “AMEN! You should clean this death trap of a house.”
“OKAY, I'm done. That concludes our reading. I’m glad you found the word of God to be useful to one person in this house.”
“That’s right. Let’s pray.” He grabs my hand, opens the front door and begins leaving. “Dear Lord, thanks for my wonderful wife. Lead us and guide us, inyournameweprayAMEN. Loveyouhoneybye!” Slam.
Thus, my husband washes me in the water of the word.
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