Today I miss that my husband is the head of our household, especially the spiritual head. While he is gone, it is my responsibility to care for our children’s spiritual needs. Not that I don’t do that at all when he’s around, but it’s up to me to keep up our practices, which is difficult to do when you’re away from home and out of routine.
This morning, I read our family devotions to Isabelle, usually my husband’s job.
“For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, of which he is the Savior.” (Ephesians 5:23)
Before I was married, I thought it would be a lot harder to yield to my husband’s headship because I had been the “head” of my household as a single girl for 7 years. It’s certainly not always easy, but today I realized how much I’ve transitioned into that role.
Spanish doctors recently reported performing a complete face transplant. With my husband separated from the kids and I for a few weeks, I feel like our family has had a head transplant. Fortunately for us, it’s temporary. I’ll be glad to have him back in his God-given role.