Seeking Titus 2 Woman

I am no Bible scholar, but it seems to me that much of what is written in God's word has stood the test of time for a reason.  I believe that the instructions found in His Word are every bit as relevant today as they were when written.

Which brings me to Titus 2.

I know a lot of fine, upstanding church women who seem, at least on the surface, to be devout followers of Christ.  They read their Bibles, the attend worship services and Bible studies, they help the needy, and do all the things one would expect of a fine, upstanding church woman.

Are they Titus 2 women?

Hmmmm ...

Would I be able to go to any of them with a question about my children?  My husband?  Sex? 
Would they teach me how to love my husband and family?

I'm not so sure.

If I need advice (I mean real, hardcore advice) about such things as a private issue between Lew and me, I cannot imagine going to one of these ladies.  I'm almost certain that they would look at me differently ... as lesser than themselves ... for bringing up a taboo topic.

What a shame.  What I'm looking for is a woman who will sit with me and discuss the ins and outs of motherhood and wife-hood.  A woman who has been around the block and isn't ashamed of herself for having no-nonsense answers to no-nonsense questions.  A woman who blush and tell me that I shouldn't be asking her those kinds of questions.  I need a woman who will let me say what I have to say, then teach me how to be the best wife I can be for my own husband, without the high and mighty attitude I see in so many fine, upstanding church women.

That's a Titus 2 woman.  That's the woman I'm looking for.

Blew It Again.

I so want to apologize to my husband, but I fear that mere words will not suffice.

Last week we attended the funeral of my husband's loving mother.  She was a wonderful wife and mother, and the most generous mother in law you'd ever hope to know.  She died after a year long battle with kidney failure.  She will surely be missed.

Now, on to the apology ...

When I received the call early in the morning, my husband was on his way to work. I immediately called him on his cell and he returned home to call his brother and to make the necessary arrangements to travel home to be with his family.

I had other plans.

You see, I'm a cleaner and an organizer.  I began cleaning the house and organizing everything in sight, because I knew it would likely be more than a week before we returned, and I did not want to return to a dirty house.  I showed zero concern for my husband's state of emotions at the loss of his dear mother.  I wanted my house to be spotless before we got in that car.

I wasn't thinking like a help meet at the moment.  If I were, I surely would have remembered the scripture,
Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted. Matthew 5:4
I'm quite sure Lew did not feel blessed nor comforted by my actions.  In fact with the way I blew up at him for wanting to (*gasp*) pack our suitcases and go to his brother's house, I'm surprised, nay, THANKFUL that he decided to stay married to me.

What was I thinking?  As a Christian, I am supposed to align my life to the One and Only Jesus Christ.

Jesus would have dropped what he was doing to comfort the man who lost his mother.

If I could go back, I would stop everything an hold the man in my arms and let him cry and cry and cry until he (and I) had nothing left.

Lew hasn't cried yet.  I didn't allow him to mourn when he needed to.  I hope some day he allows himself to mourn.