The Power of a Praying Wife

The title of a book I haven't yet read but feel I shd, especially now. Andrew has already purchased a copy for me, I think...?

Been meaning to write something about my hubby-man for awhile now. But undoubtedly, my experiences with Danielle consume my blog more since I spend more waking hours with her, than I do my own husband.

'McDee' has been feeling rather 'defeated' - no, more like 'cheesed off' of late. Work's been getting him down and although we do pray about it together, it's still been 'challenging' at work.

Perhaps he's feeling the stretch from all that travelling. He's been in and out of Bournemouth every week now - clearing work, shovelling out the 'shit'. If he were French, he'd prob say he's up to his ears in merde.

Many a time, he feels helpless because he's been placed in the least ideal of situations - doing the partner's 'pet project'; yet having a partner who is hard, unsympathetic, quick to judge, brutal in his remarks and is careless to his staff. The redeeming part is he is like that to ALL his staff. But this, coupled with the fact that he has inexperienced staff and is new himself, seems as though Dee has landed himself an avalanche of misfortunes.

For the first time here, I saw a v worn man go to work. He didn't see me look out from the window as he made his way to the Tube station, but I saw him - shoulders bent, like the weight of the world was on his shoulders...

It really pains me to see him like this. And I am virtually 'powerless' to help? Told him I feel like he's got the shorter end of the stick by coming here coz he not only has to be the sole bread-winner, he still gets less time with Danielle and his wife (tho' markedly better as compared to Singapore). I, on the other hand, get to experience a somewhat psuedo 'tai-tai' life, spend heaps of time with our daughter and on occasion, get to explore every 'nook and cranny' of our borough! I'm not trying to run down what I do here (since being a stay-at-home mum is no joy ride too), but I can't help but feel guilty that he suffers at work whilst I stay at home and enjoy 'the good life'?

When he shared with me his constraints and frustration at work, I told him I was the last person to be able to dish out good advice. Why? Coz unlike him, I'm easily defeated. He, on the other hand, gripes all he wants but end of day, is one to exhaust even his last breath to finish off a race. And that's something I've always admired about him. He's not a 'quitter'. He doesn't give up without a fight. But even the strongest of soldiers tire out from the strains of war...

The only way I can help alleviate his stress is to be a good and supportive wife - make sure he doesn't need to worry about household matters, ensure he comes back to a chirpy 'welcoming party', warm meals, a cosy house. But my best show of support is to pray unceasingly for him.

As he resumes work in the coming week, please join me in praying for him...

Prayer requests:

• That he remembers to rely on God, trust Him whole-heartedly (God's timing and plans), and be faithful servant
• That he'll be able to articulate his points across clearly to staff and partner (the way we put our points across seem to differ from the English??? Absolutely beyond me!?)
  
• That he'll be able to handle/manage his partner well
  
• That he'll be a good leader to his surbordinates, assistance to his peers
• That he'll be an asset to his team/company
  
• That he remain focused, diligent, unwavering
  

And lastly but most importantly,

• That in all things, he does his best for the glory of God, not for himself.