Love, Respect, And The Pot Bellied Pig

One time, early in our marriage, I heard someone had some pot bellied pigs and I just had to have one. My husband told me no, but, as they say here in the south, I ‘pitched a fit’ for that dang pig. I wouldn’t hush until he gave in. I mean, I had seen those girls on TV walking their sweet little pig on a leash. Plus the lady told me that you could train them to use a litter box. “Pigs are really clean” she said. So, I stopped by Walmart, bought a litter box and the other necessities I would need for our sweet, new family member. I couldn’t wait!

I remember when I picked it up, it was a lot bigger than I thought it would be. It was a, not so pretty, brownish black. Not pink like I expected. But still, a pot bellied pig? You don’t get much sweeter than that right?

I took that pig home just beaming. I set the litter box, food and water up in the bathroom. That’s where she would stay while we were at work. The next day, I was so excited to bring my best friend and a co-worker over to the house to meet our new addition. When I opened the front door, the smell almost knocked me down! It smelled like the farm animal section at an outdoor flea market! What the heck?!

As I profusely apologized for the smell, I made my way to the bathroom, opened the door. The sight and smell made my knees weak. There was pee and poop EVERYWHERE! Even in the bathtub! Every nook and cranny, it seemed, had pig ‘secretions’ in them. I tried to laugh it off, while choking back vomit. Not an easy task.

In the meantime, the pig goes into the living room where it proceeded to try and root up the carpet. Hear me now, a pig can do some damage with their noses! I tried picking it up, but when I would, it would squeal so loudly that it scared me half to death, so I would quickly put it down. I guess being locked up in a bathroom all day wasn’t its cup o’ tea.

I finally got the bathroom cleaned up, EEW! I thought to myself, “tomorrow will be better!” Before I left for work, I showed the pig the litter box. I just knew, this time, she would get it right. I get home from work, same thing! Maybe even worse! I begged Steve to help me clean up the mess. This time I was in tears! There was no laughing this off! He told me he wasn’t about to clean anything up. That he had warned me not to get it in the first place. The next day, I gave the pig away.

I learned really quickly to listen to Steve when I got a wild hair to do something crazy. And that sometimes we will be given exactly what we ask for, if for no other reason than to teach us a lesson.

We weren’t living for The Lord then, but that was the beginning, even though I didn’t see it at the time, of God showing me how to trust and respect my husband. It was the very beginning of God showing me that there is a certain order to a marriage, and that He planned it that way for a reason. God, the husband, the wife, then the children, thats the correct order. It took me a lot of years to get it. I’m hard headed.

Ephesians 5:22-23 says it best, Wives, understand and support your husbands in ways that show your support for Christ. The husband provides leadership to his wife the way Christ does to his church, not by domineering but by cherishing. So just as the church submits to Christ as he exercises such leadership, wives should likewise submit to their husbands.

Don’t think your husband is a good leader? Try letting him lead! 1 Peter 3:1 says, Wives, in the same way submit yourselves to your own husbands so that, if any of them do not believe the word, they may be won over without words by the behavior of their wives. Trust me, this works! Respect your husband because God says to, no matter what you think he deserves. You’ll never imagine what a difference it makes.

Moral of the story is, don’t cast your pearls before swine. It makes your pearls stink!

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