What was I trying to accomplish by giving my husband the silent treatment? Did he need to see that I was visibly upset?
As often is the case, I wasn’t sure where my attitude came from nor could I identify the root of my hissy fit. Yet, there I sat: arms crossed, breathing heavy, glaring out the window in true toddler-temper-tantrum fashion. Even though I no longer felt justified in my attitude, I was content to keep my countenance sour.
Are submission and sulking related?
Have you ever outwardly submitted to your husband while inwardly you are rebelling? Is that still submission? I’ve been wrestling with the idea of submission when my attitude is not behind my actions, and today I am tackling the sticky subject of submission over at Real Married Life. I’d love to have you join me there as I attempt to answer the question,
Can I submit to my husband in a way that glorifies God if I’m simultaneously sulking about it?