Krystal's Drive-Thru

Something important that marriage has taught me is what my job as Jackson's wife entails.   Having a Holy marriage in the world we live in is hard. It's not always easy to argue intentionally, or to uplift Jackson when I'm angry with him.  But it's my job.  It is my place as his wife to encourage and uplift him, to be intentional with my words, and to support him.    Sunday, we were going through the drive thru at Krystal's. We had somewhere to be, we were running late, and I had already mentioned that more than once. We get to the microphone where you place your order. The young man on the other side of the microphone couldn't hear what we ordered. A sackful of 12 - four regular and eight with cheese and onion only. Medium fry. Medium Dr. Pepper and Medium Coke. He repeated our order to us: Sackful of 12 with onion and cheese only. Not quite. So Jackson, more annoyed, repeated himself.    I squeezed his hand to get his attention, and I told him to chill. When we got to the window, we paid and then sat there as they finished filling the order in front of us that belonged to the minivan in the parking spot out front. Jackson started bouncing his knee and shaking the car in annoyance. I whispered to him that it's not that big of a deal (whoa? Usually I'm the one irritated when things take forever) and that he needed to be gracious. We noticed that the dine-in room was closed and that there were eight people in the kitchen. To me, that meant that something was up; to him, that meant it should take five seconds to fill his order and he didn't understand why it was taking more than that. I kept saying, "Jackson, you don't know what kind of day they have had... you don't know what caused them to get behind."   I don't really know where that wife came from. I don't know when that switch flipped. When did I start recommending that my husband show people the kind of grace he wanted to be shown? When did my Biblical Jiminy Cricket show up? Where did the time-sensitive Chrissy go?   I've been prayerful lately that God would mold me into the kind of wife Jackson needs... the kind of wife that leads my husband back to Him in all instances. Boom.   Am I always the most gracious person? No.  God is answering my prayer, though, and molding me for myself and for my husband. He is making me into the wife He wants me to be: