Having read Rob V’s post about misunderstandings, I was reminded of something that happened to me before Naomi and I got married.
She’d been having a bad week, or a bad day or whatever and things were getting on top of her. I decided to text her a reference for an encouraging passage of scripture to look up. Maybe that would give her a boost.
I texted her the words “Look up Jeremiah 33:3. Hope this helps you” and retired to bed feeling like Mr Spiritual Encouragement, imagining Naomi lying there reading the words…
‘Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know.’
Next day I said to her, so did you look it up? She glances at me with barely concealed hatred. “Yeah, but how’s THAT supposed to help?”
“What do you mean, how? Have you read it? Jeremiah 33:3?”
“Oh, I looked up Jeremiah 3:3”
I grab a Bible and then understand why she was looking at me as if she might be about to kill me. The ‘encouraging’ verse she looked up read…
“Therefore the showers have been withheld,
and no spring rains have fallen.
Yet you have the brazen look of a prostitute;
you refuse to blush with shame.”