During the final two years of medical school we spent four weeks at a time following around doctors in a variety of different specialties such as general surgery, pediatrics, OB-Gyn, and many more so-called “rotations.” Sometimes it left you feeling like a ping pong ball: just when you learned how things worked in one area of the hospital, WHAM, everything changed!
It was an important way to learn the different areas of medicine. It helped us decide what we wanted to do after graduation. And we were evaluated every month throughout this process.
At the end of one of those rotations I received one of the best compliments of my life. After all the check-marks in all the little boxes indicating my medical experience in various areas, the supervising doctor wrote on my evaluation, “She does what she says, and says what she does.”
In your marriage, you are more powerful than you probably realize. There were very few things that surprised me when I got married. I was mature, I knew my husband well, and we took the time we needed to be sure.
But one thing DID surprise me, and at times still does. I’m still sometimes amazed at how powerful I am in my husband’s life.
It’s not because I have tried to change him, or that I’m especially “strong.” I don’t have any magic formula. And I don’t think I’m all that unique in this area.
I believe both husbands and wives often underestimate how much impact they have, or at least can have, on each other. You waste time and energy trying to force your spouse to change, when if you realize where your power really does lie, you’ll be much more successful than you ever imagined.
This kind of power can be used in both good and bad ways. You have the power to hurt and to heal, to build up or to tear down, to make your spouse dread coming home or anxiously look forward to seeing you again during every moment you’re apart.
That line is not original with me, but it is so fitting for today.
It IS Friday, Good Friday.
On the first Good Friday, things didn’t look good at all. They looked downright dark and depressing, desperate and hopeless. Dreams were dashed. And those who were there could only say, “We had hoped . . . .”
We look back and call it Good Friday because we know the ending. We know