Leaving His Socks on the Floor

Leaving His Socks on the Floor

A woman commented in the chat room: “There was an article recently about appreciating your husband even when he leaves his socks on the floor etc… I’m sure most people have read it… I kept thinking so basically appreciate the sucky things he does because hey, at least he’s not dead…. I’d rather my husband appreciate me for more than ‘at least she’s not dead.'”

Another woman responded to her the following that will bless all of you!

“I am married to a precious man, made in the image of our Father, who almost died on September 1, 2016 during one of our three marital separations, from an enormous brain aneurysm. But God. Even now, he is FAR from perfect (as am I), and he has yet to be our provider financially in full (we have four small children still at home.) Why do I say this to you? To have a martyr complex? To guilt you? To show you how “righteous” I am? PERISH THE THOUGHT. ย No, I share this with you because almost losing your husband DOES put things like socks and dishes in perspective.

Once, before our third separation, I was so disgusted and furious with him that I picked ALL THE SOCKS AND UNDERWEAR of HIS out of our dirty laundry, and began carrying all my stuff downstairs to the washer dryer to do the wash. As I stood there, the Holy Spirit impressed upon my heart: ‘Whose wash do you think that IS, anyway? Yours? His? That laundry belongs to the LORD.’ I laughed. I mean, I LAUGHED OUT LOUD! Because it was so utterly absurd that I thought I could PICK OUT THE SOCKS that weren’t ‘mine’ and wash the rest and somehow be justified, because after all, my husband was a total JERK. (And he really was, in his flesh, a total jerk!)

I do not wish the pain of hearing your husband’s voice from EMS, having a large stroke, on anyone. But I will say: take heed to the words I share. There is perspective. When you look at that dishwasher, thank Jesus that you have hands to load it and push the buttons to turn it on. Thank Jesus that you are healthy enough to get up in the middle of the night and do it. Thank Jesus that you even have a husband. Thank Jesus that you do not have to wash your dishes in prison. Anything you can think of to get the focus off of self and onto Jesus.

I know it’s not easy. That’s why it’s called putting off the old and putting on the new. That takes effort when our perspective is being changed by the LORD. I encourage you to just turn to Him whenever negative thoughts try to turn on you, and just thank and praise Him out loud, as you work and love and serve and as you lie down to rest, and as you rise up! Soon, you will not even think negative thoughts, or if you do, you will cast them down immediately! Blessings on your new baby to come very soon. Enjoy this. We can be so fickle; myself included. ‘Oh, I want him here! Oh, no I don’t!’ I get it. Be encouraged. You CAN do it! Love and hugs from a woman who is NOT widowed, by the grace of God.”

But he that is greatest among you shall be your servant.
Matthew 23:11

20 thoughts on “Leaving His Socks on the Floor

  1. Great post! Wonderful and heart touching response from the lady in the chat room. I used to be this way about things and if I’m not careful, I can lean towards doing it again. It really shows exactly how selfish you are. I just try to remember, those dirty socks lying in that floor come from MY hard-working man who has put in eight grueling hours in the heat, and put up with the stresses that go on at his job, so that I can stay home. Really, it is an honor that I get to pick up his socks if he leaves them in the floor.

    Why do we women have to make EVERYTHING about us? Remember, it is a blessing to be able to be home, just ask any working mom that wants to be able to be home. I’m sure she would be glad to pick up her husband’s socks.

    Ladies, stop being complainers and nagging your husband to death. Do your job with joy and gladness, after all there is always someone out there that would gladly trade places with you. If you honestly put yourself in your husband’s shoes and think “Would I want to come home to someone that doesn’t care that I have worked hard today to provide a home and for my wife to stay home, nope all she cares about is what I’ve done wrong”.

    Also, so many mom push the allow your kids to make mistakes, and don’t constantly criticize your child, and have grace and mercy with your child, yet we don’t show any of that to our husband? Why? HE is our one-flesh partner in this life, doesn’t he deserve more? Absolutely he does, so be glad and joyful around your man. When he walks through the door, give him a great big kiss and let him know you are glad to see him! Forget those stupid socks and go fix your man a meal he likes. Embrace your role as a helpmeet and do it to the best of your ability. Trust me, you don’t know true joy and happiness in your marriage until you do.

  2. I just smile when picking up my husbands socks. It reminds me he’s here in my life. He smiles when he trips over my shoes I’m always forgetting to put up because it reminds him I share life with him too. We don’t sweat the small stuff here.

  3. This this a good post today Lori. Socks on the floor dishes left or maybe a glass left on the table. Whatever the complaint maybe is so small
    Compared to the widows whom have lost there husbands. Our church has had 2 recent deaths of husbands and left earth way too young. One from a brain aneurism and another from a heart attack. And both these woman never missed a Sunday service. I’m sure they would love to put up with a sock on the floor again.
    No problem at in my thinking should come home and just leave everything everywhere thinking well it’s my wife’s job to clean, because all day she may ha e been working so hard at home all day as well.
    In my home the house could be a bomb and if I leave a glass somewhere I get scolded even though there are 20 glasses everywhere So what I do is come home and either help or just without my wife asking I just do all the dishes or grab the vacuum or do the laundry myself ๐Ÿ™‚

    I don’t care either husband or wife should have an EXPECTATION that the other will do that

    But if a husband comes home exhausted and collapses to the couch and the wife picks up from him that’s ok. But then before bed the husband d could say hey honey thank you very much for cleaning up for me now it’s time for you to relax and I’m giving u a 30 min back massage ๐Ÿ™‚

    My point is let’s serve each other and no expectations of each other It’s amazing how a little respect for each other’s hard work goes along way in a healthy marriage ๐Ÿ™‚

  4. What a way to put tiny daily inconveniences into eternal perspective! I was raised by a widowed mother so I have a (VERY limited!) perspective of what it’s like to have the person you expected to share your life with there one day and gone the next. I can’t imagine going through that, can’t imagine waking up everyday without my husband there. I would joyfully pick up and wash MOUNTAINS of his smelly socks every day to never learn what that is like.

    I do have a question about part of the definition of “reverence” from yesterday, which is “fear mingled with respect and esteem.” Fear? Why would I *fear* my husband…or better yet why would I have married someone I fear? I think there must be something I’m missing here because fear of ones spouse surely isn’t a positive thing. I’m a bit of a “language nerd” so I absolutely love your word studies and learning the basics of what we’re instructed to do, but I think I must have misunderstood something yesterday.

  5. My only rule is that dirty clothes must be dropped in the corner of the bedroom or stay in the bathroom. I have no problems doing a laundry pick up sweep each morning before leaving but it just needs to stay in it’s designated space. I draw the line at having it dumped and left in my kitchen, hah! Thankfully my husband is pretty neat and usually tosses his stuff straight into the hamper. If he forgets or is too exhausted he knows which zones to drop them in. I find setting a zone for certain clutter things makes it easier on both spouses. ?

  6. When I was still single I was in a Bible study where one woman complained about her husband’s socks, underwear, etc. almost every week.

    One week I asked her if he was a good husband, she said yes. Is he a good father, she said yes. Does he go to work everyday and provide for you and your children, she said yes.

    I said, I’d be glad to pick up his socks, underwear and anything else he leaves behind if he was willing to do those things for me.

    I didn’t marry until I was 38 and yes – I have a wonderful husband and father to pick up after now – to the Glory of God!

  7. That’s what I was wondering, Phylla. I try my absolute best to do the other things outlined in the post, but I don’t fear my husband even a little bit. I don’t know that you can love someone and fear them at the same time.

  8. Does the biblical sense of the word “fear” mean something different than the worldly sense then? Would you consider doing a word study on this because I’m still really struggling.

  9. My wife scolds/ed for words I or my side of family use them, but if her friends or family and kids friends use those same words she doesn’t say anything.

    Just last night it came up and she said it’s different because I am her husband.

    So does this mean she gets to respect me less and I have to take it because I am suppose to be understanding?

  10. I just love this. Years ago, I was upset about something little like this. My sweet mother took me by the hand and said “don’t complain about these measly things. Praise God that you have a wonderful husband TO pick up after!” Those words have always echoed in my head and heart.

  11. brilliant post! too often we worry about the small things…. if he does not respond to a gentle “honey please can you pick your socks up off the floor?” i recommend doing what this wife did.

    at the end of the day, it is only socks. not life or death

  12. Iโ€™m a widow… I lost my beloved husband 7 years ago.

    The first time I did laundry after his death, the last clothes heโ€™d worn were in the pile and I broke down as I sorted the clothes, knowing I would never again wash his laundry. Through the all the days and weeks and months and years of missing him, that stands out as one of the hardest days of my life.

    My prayer for all: that we find the joy in serving those we love while we can.

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