No Perfect Time

I am a firm believer in the idea that your spouse should be your best friend. That they should know what is on your heart- what brings you great joy, what hopes you have for the future and what is, most currently, bringing you anxiety or stress. God desires for us to be one with each other, and that means our hearts just as much as our bodies and lives.

I want to share absolutely everything with Ross, but some things are delicate. Some things have a lot of thought behind them and a lot of emotion invested in them. Some things involve sin and conviction and repentance. Some things are heavy- not light.

And so I wait... for the "perfect" time to talk.

I hope some of you are laughing right now. Because, in reality, the "perfect" time doesn't exist.

It didn't exist before Caleb, either, but some times seemed perfect- now, none do.

I've had some things on my heart lately, and I had been waiting for the weekend to discuss them with Ross. The weekend came. Friday night we saw Francis Chan with some people from the youth group. You can't have meaningful conversation while you're listening to someone else speak! It took us nearly 45 minutes to leave the parking lot. That seemed like an opportunity, but Ross was growing increasingly impatient. Nope. Talking with a frustrated husband while he's behind the wheel is definitely not a good idea...

And the excuses keep coming. It's hard to talk while Caleb is running around the house. You leave him alone for a second and he's got two hands in the toilet. It's near impossible to talk with a football game on the television. (Insert sigh here.) Take heart, dear friends. There's none on next weekend, 1 game the Sunday after that, and then we are free for several months...

So all this distraction goes on and my need for deep conversation grows deeper and deeper still until it's Sunday night and we're crawling into bed. "I want to talk to you," I say to my eyes-halfway-open husband. "Okay," he mumbles. With my eyes closed and my nose somewhat scrinched up I say that this isn't exactly the atmosphere I had hoped for our conversation. He opens his eyes wide, looks straight at me and says what he's said 100 times before. "There's no perfect time. Just go for it."

And I did. And I'm glad.

Perhaps you have a conversation that needs to be had. And there hasn't been a good time to have it. The perfect time isn't coming anytime soon, dear friend. Just go for it : )