I know. I know. This is about as basic as it gets. But it has also been a slow and painful lesson for me that I need reminded of ALL the time! David and I married young. Like "a month after graduating high school young". But I had wanted to marry him for a VERY long time. All I wanted in life was to be David King's wife. (For some very young pics go here )
After we got married I read every marriage book I could get my hands on. I was going to be the PRO! I found all sorts of great ideas, things that "every" husband would like. This was the first time I was faced with a harsh reality. My husband was not "every" husband. I don't think I could count the times I've poured myself into some great plan or scheme only to be left feeling unnoticed or unappreciated. This was a wonderful place to wallow in self pity. Here was I was being the "best wife ever" and this man I was married to didn't even care.
I remember the first time it hit me, because I fought it tooth and nail. Someone proposed the idea that I was supposed to be concerned about pleasing my husband. Not the the majority of men in America. Not the leading poll of husbands. My own husband. But, but, but. There where plenty of buts. Eventually it sunk in though. My own husband. My own amazing man that I longed to marry and serve. What did it matter what "most men" liked? I was called to love MY husband.