Clarification

After I published the last post, I realized how ugly I sounded when mentioning Love of My Life's obsession with duck hunting. The biggest arguments we've ever had, in 3.5 years of being married have revolved around hunting. I've finally figured out that just because LOML opts to hunt over spending the day with me does NOT mean that I am less important or that he is more passionate about hunting than he is me. I might FEEL like that; but those little whispers in my ear come from the evil one. Scripture says that he lurks around like a lion, waiting to devour. I make myself an easy target on those early Saturday mornings. I find myself wrapped up in thinking that my self worth comes from how much time my husband chooses to spend with me vs. how much time he chooses to spend hunting. Why can't I be content with knowing that I have a husband that loves me? And even more importantly, that I have a Heavenly Father that waits for me to come to Him like I wait for LOML to get home from a hunt. I am thankful that he has found something that he loves to do. I do get a little weary of the season (and the duck breasts in the freezer), but it leaves me with 305 other days in the year that cannot possibly be spent in a duck blind. Of course, there is always deer hunting, dove hunting, pheasant hunting, quail hunting, turkey hunting, rabbit hunting, hog hunting...