Dying to self

Last Friday I felt really frustrated with Jason. Maybe jealous would be a better word. Since I spent the night at my parents' Easter Sunday, he had the afternoon and night to himself. Then on Friday afternoon, he left work early and went to play golf. I felt so jealous that he was getting some "ME" time. I think I get "ME" time about three time a year. Anyway, I was telling my friend, Ralanna, that I was mad that he was playing golf and she said, "It is so hard to die to self, isn't it?" OK, that rocked my world. I had been clinging to my anger, jealousy, and frustration like a badge of honor, not thinking about the reality of my sin. Rather than putting Jason and his needs first, I was making myself number one. This week I've been trying to make a more conscious effort to die to self daily, but it is sooo hard.

I'm glad I worked through my frustration with Jason and realized that I was the one who was wrong. Saturday we had a date (thanks MOM for watching the girls!) and it was one of the best dates I can remember. It was a simple date, dinner at Chilli's and ice cream at Maggie Moos. We really enjoyed just being together, talking, laughing and focusing on each other. Every time I have time alone with Jason, I come away saying that we need to do it more often. Now if I can just figure out how.