I Was A Bad Husband This Week

I blew it this week. Sophie got home from a really long day of work (literally serving those who were displaced from the San Diego wildfires). She was tired, had her arms full, and was so excited to be home. Background information: our television cords run across the bedroom doorway. The only accessible outlet is super loose and finicky.

When Sophie walked in, her foot hit the cords, and the tv (which I was watching) turned off. I was way more frustrated than I should be. I expressed displeasure in her actions.

She apologized. Plugged it back in. I go back to watching tv, and I felt that I overreacted.

Literally four minutes later I got a do-over. She moves to unload her bags from the day, and a pair of shorts fell off and hit the cord. **Shpewww**  The television turns off. Did I learn my lesson? No. I was perturbed. Flustered. Annoyed.

Scripture: Matthew 18:21-22 (NLT) 

Then Peter came to him and asked, “Lord, how often should I forgive someone who sins against me? Seven times?”

 “No, not seven times,” Jesus replied, “but seventy times seven!

Jewish rabbis suggested forgiving someone three times. Peter thinks he is being extra generous by offering more than double that amount. But Jesus is literally saying, “Forgive infinity times.” Seventy times seven is an unfathomable number, nothing we would practically count. We are not to be limited by a number in the law, but to live in the overflowing of grace and forgiveness.

Why can I pray every day to actively forgive people who intentionally hurt me, but when my wife (someone whom I have publicly committed to love and support for every day I have on this planet) needs forgiveness I blow it?

How can we show more grace to those we interact with daily?