The Day I Jumped Out of the Car // New Wife Lesson

I tend to be a little dramatic.

It’s so hard, sometimes, to control oneself. We happened to be driving through the old Munichburg side of town and I had just had enough. Dalton thought it would be funny to tease me about my growing shoe collection; in my mind a woman’s shoe collection is a personal, sacred area of life not to be disturbed. He also saw fit to harp on my conversational abilities — I can’t remember exactly what he said but it was along the lines of, “Will you please get to your point?”

And that was it.

In an effort to show him who was boss, who was more mature and exactly what I thought of his playful banter I asked to be let out.

(Actually, it was more along the lines of “let me out of this car right now!” but you know … sometimes dramatics are needed to get the point across)

The funny part was that I didn’t really mean it and I didn’t think he would let me.

So, imagine my surprise when he stopped at the intersection and I opened the door and walked out. Hmmmmf! I’ll show him, Mr. Know-It-All. Of course I had to give a friendly wave to the car stopped behind us — just to let them know we weren’t really fighting.

I was so proud of myself … for the first 25 seconds.

But as the golden steed (our 2003 Nissan) pulled away I had my doubts. It was a lot warmer, a lot muggier and the walk home a lot farther than I originally thought. And in all honesty, I expected D to pull over up ahead and let me walk out my craziness.

When I made it over the first hill I realized the car was no where in sight.

Let me just say, I felt really, really stupid.

Here I was: husband-less, phone-less, money-less and getting more angry with each step.  I couldn’t believe that he had called my bluff. More importantly, I couldn’t believe my childishness and how my Darling Husband had really taken off.

Fast forward five minutes.

The scene?

One very sweaty, angry-faced white woman trudging her way up a big hill muttering to herself.

And then, it all changed. My Darling Man tapped my shoulder from behind and as I whirled around there he stood smiling, laughing and enjoying himself immensely. He began to explain how he had parked over the last hill, ran around me and had been following (and listening to my grumpy mutters) for the last 3 minutes.

Needless to say, I hugged him.

Five  minutes of feeling stupid, sweating and anger melted away as I realized that my Beloved hadn’t really left me at all. Oh, he was humoring me, laughing at me and enjoying his trick but he hadn’t left me.

We laughed over how similar our walk with God is. Sometimes, we want out of life — out of the hardships, the spiritually dry days, the frustration. Thankfully, our Father God never really leaves us to walk the way home alone. He’s faithfully watching over us … even while we mutter.

It’s been over four weeks but I don’t think the memory will ever fade. How can a woman forget such a lesson? How can a man love such a woman?

Do you have any embarrassing memories you’d like to share? Have any of you learned life the hard way?

I won’t laugh too loudly. 😉

Love and blessings,

Frannie

2 thoughts on “The Day I Jumped Out of the Car // New Wife Lesson

  1. Oh Frannie, what a Meg Brooke moment!! I smiled all over reading your story!

    I don’t tend to get angry very often, but I do remember one coworker of mine who consistently made me angry – oh, the things he did and said to make me lose my temper! It wasn’t until my last days of working there that he told me my Christian testimony had made him uncomfortable, and that he prodded me into anger because of that. If only I had prayed for strength to react with patience and gentleness instead of rudeness and angry words. I will never forget that experience, and it’s because of him and others like him that I work very hard to look past people’s actions to what they might be feeling underneath.

    Not exactly embarrassing, but very humbling …

    1. Hahaha, oh Vicki! You are so right! I never thought of the semblance but isn’t that something she would have done! I think I’m more like her than any of the other girls … which is scary when I think about it! 😀

      I definitely can relate. I wish I were able to be more patient and understanding with people; instead, I tend to get angry and “puffed up” (although they may never guess it). Here I have discovered another area I may grow in!!

      I love and appreciate you, sweet lady! Thank you for being so open!!

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