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One of the challenges my wife and I faced in our marriage centered around ice cube trays. Lisa rarely filled them back up, so when I pulled out a tray it might have just two or three ice cubes left. This frustrated me no end. So one time when my wife was talking romantically, telling me she would love me forever, I replied, “I don’t need you to love me forever. I need you to love me for seven seconds.”
“What are you talking about?” she asked.
“Well, I timed how long it takes to fill the ice cube trays and put them in the freezer, and that’s about seven seconds..”
The next morning, however, it dawned on me while I was praying that if it takes my wife just seven seconds to fill the ice cube trays, how long does it take me? Seven seconds, naturally. And the question I believe God placed in my heart was piercing: Is my love so shallow that I would seriously resent my wife putting me out for seven seconds’ worth of work? After all of her love and commitment to me, am I so spiritually immature that I grow angry at seven extra seconds of lost labor?
The sad answer was, “Yes, I am that immature.”
(I skipped a bit at this point for brevity)
With this new approach to marriage, instead of blaming Lisa for failing to refill the ice cube trays, I could see this “intrusion on my time” as a divine spotlight on my own selfishness, a God-given gift designed to mold me into the image of His beloved Son.