Have you seen the videos of wives talking about what they don’t do for their husbands? They don’t do his laundry, make him lunches for work, etcetera etcetera. The old me, the one that was in an abusive relationship and being treated like a servant, would have agreed with these women in not doing much for their husbands. The new me, the one in a committed and loving relationship, disagrees with them whole-heartedly.

My husband works his butt off, full time at his job. He used to come home from a full day of work and do all of the housework, because I wanted to live selfishly. I felt the world owed me, and I deserved to be selfish. He never complained, but my conscience sure did. I was telling this man that I loved him, while not lifting a finger to help him. Finally, I woke up, and I started helping. I do his laundry, not because he’s incapable, but because I love him and it’s such a small way to show him. I make him lunches, and I get up with him at the butt crack of dawn and keep him company while he gets ready for work. I clean the bathrooms, and take care of the household. I do things that I do not enjoy, because it isn’t about me. It’s about him, it’s about showing someone you love them by selfless acts. I wouldn’t change a thing.

There is so much fulfillment to be had in doing things you don’t like for someone that you love. I even get fulfillment in doing things I don’t like or want to do, for people I don’t even know. Because I’m doing them for God. Because maybe they need to be shown a little love. By doing selfless acts, we show others kindness, we show them Gods love. We offer hope in a seemingly hopeless world. We brighten up their gloomy day. By doing selfless things for others, we experience growth, we gain a bit of wisdom, and we become better people.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking.