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Women, Step Aside! Let the Husband Lead

  In today’s society, women want to be in the forefront and the forewoman of the household. They perform masculine responsibilities that are specifically designed for a man’s capabilities. Ladies, you are not men. As Christian women, roles were awarded to us from God. We should find favor in the characteristics that were bestowed on us. We are tenderly tweaked and delicately drawn by God. We are His architectural designs. We are designed to be tender teammates. Blueprint plans were drafted to construct compassionate helpmates. 

The Lord God said, “It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him.” - Genesis 2:18 

Having a hard time opening the pickle jar? Put aside your womanly pride and let the man handle the “in a pickle” plight. Give your husband the jar and let him untwist his role. A godly man was architected by the Lord to be the strength that women lack. He was drawn with measurements that compliment our qualities. Women, stop heavy lifting life and let the man lead. If he is a true god-fearing man, he will lead with love and wisdom. Many women want to master every motion, because of control issues. Stop controlling every chess move your husband makes. When a man loves God, he will lead like a horse-drawn wagon. He will lead with stability and Samson-like strength. Give him room to manly maneuver. 

Wives, follow the lead of your husbands as you follow the Lord. The husband is the head of the wife, just as Christ is the head of the church. The church is Christ's body. He is its Savior. - Ephesians 5:22-23

As a wife, I long for my husband to lead. I want him to succeed in his god-given character. I trust my husband to steer our marriage, because he trusts God. I have faith in my husband to reign our household, because he activates faith in Jesus. Women, step aside, and let your husband lead. When a family is led by the ordained spiritual leader, a strength is hammered from the “men blueprints”. Each nail is hammered with love, protection, and gentle guidance. Women, if you give your man the “leadership hammer” your house will be built on the rock. 

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