
It is true, my wife doesn’t like bacon (I know it is pretty shocking). She doesn’t like green (lime?) dots either. Or Jazz. Or Mel Brooks movies. Or wool socks. All things I love. But that in no way make her less than me, just different than me.
Usually I do the cooking at home. And the shopping. She picks out the furniture and the décor. That doesn’t make me less than my wife, I just do different things in the home.
On Sunday at church, I preach and she prays for me while I preach and sometimes mans the soundboard. … Continue reading