When we can’t hear because we are talking…

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 “If ones gives an answer before he hears, it is folly and shame.” Proverbs 18:13, ESV

I just knew what he was going to say. What else could he say that I hadn’t heard before? While waiting my turn, instead of listening, I was planning my reply.

To make matters worse, I interrupted. And, he stopped talking.

So often what we desire the most, we sabotage by our own ego. We want our husbands to communicate and share their feelings but our impatience and pride can shut down a conversation quickly.

When I’m upset, holding my tongue can be like putting my finger on the end of the water hose. Some of my words are probably going to escape. It takes practice and self control to be quiet and listen. The effort pays off. Because…

One of the greatest gifts we can give each other is the opportunity to be heard.

Marriage FB 3-2-15

  1. Do I interrupt you when you are talking?
  2. Do you feel like your opinions and thoughts are heard and valued?
  3. What is one way we can calmly let the other know we aren’t finished with our thought. And, can we agree to continue after we are interrupted?

Linking with…

Darlene Schacht –  Time-Warp Wife Titus 2sday 

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6 Comments

  1. Oh this marriage is hard work! But you are right, it pays off. These questions you give us for reflection are good to think about. And they remind me that I should probably open that Taming Your Tongue book that’s been on my nightstand for a while now. Loving and laughing at your comparison to the water hose. I’m afraid that’s definitely me some days!Thanks for your words, Carmen. Always a blessing.
    Jenni

  2. Oops! I’m busted on that first question. The good news is that we are both working on all 3 of them. Thanks for providing a pithy way to have good conversations, Carmen.
    Blessings, Karen