Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Why Enjoy Submission
I think I have AN answer. I don’t know if it is THE answer but for me I believe it is an answer. My mind went to the title of a book that I never read but remember hearing something about years ago. I believe it was called The Purpose Driven Life. I don’t know why but that title popped into my mind and that, I felt was the answer to the question I had asked. Purpose. People need a purpose in life and men especially need a purpose. Women are more relational. Men are more ‘doing’ and ‘thing’ oriented. Women tend to think more globally, conceptually, big picture. Men are more practical, problem solvers, doers. (Those are generalities of course).
But what came to me was that in doing all this stuff, you know, that ‘stuff’ a writer from a few posts told me ‘this sucks’ stuff, is that in doing this ‘stuff’ I have a purpose. My purpose is caring for my wife. I opened the car door for her each time we returned to it. I kept her dry on a rainy Saturday while we shopped making sure the umbrella was open and over her when she got out of the car and while we walked in the rain. I pushed the shopping carts inside. I took bags and items from her hands, offering to carry them for her, I got the mail, I unloaded the car, I put all that stuff away. I did the wash. I did the dishes. And now I’m writing about all that stuff I did. I have a purpose. All of those tasks except for taking a moment to write this post had to do with easing her burden. It all had to do with letting her know that I was thinking of her by being considerate and helpful. I didn’t just run an errand for myself. I did it with her and for her. I supported her. When she asked about this or that we talked but the reason we talked, or the reason that I shared thoughts, was because she wanted to know my opinion on an item that she had an interest. Purpose.
PS. Last evening we went to a party. Soon after arriving a single woman asked me to help her set time food items out before the crowd of people arrived. When she asked for my assistance I responded with a phrase that has become so natural to say I don’t even think about it anymore, “I’ll do whatever you want me to do,” I responded. Katie happened to step into our conversation at that moment. The woman turned to me and then to Katie and commented seemingly quite surprised to hear those words, “I’m looking for a man that is willing to say those words.” Her tone was one of excitement as if to say, "wow, he really meant that."
What I find so interesting is how many women want a man to be at their call, their beckon. So many men would love to have their men submit to them and just give them the power to decide and be trusted to lead as they wish, knowing they have a man next to them that loves them more than anything else. A man willing to do anything that needs done.