Here’s a mind-popping story I found on the internet with two perspectives — one coming from Venus (the feminine perspective) and the other from Mars (the masculine perspective). The story is called The Wife’s Diary and The Husband’s Diary.
The Wife’s Diary
“Tonight, I thought my husband was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a nice restaurant for dinner. I was shopping with my friends all day, so I thought he was upset that I was a bit late, but he didn’t comment. Our conversation wasn’t flowing, so I suggested we go somewhere quiet to talk. He agreed, but he didn’t say much.
“I asked him what was wrong; He said, ‘Nothing.’ I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said he wasn’t upset, that it had nothing to do with me and not to worry about it. On the way home, I told him that I loved him. He smiled slightly and kept driving. I can’t explain his behavior. I don’t know why he didn’t say, ‘I love you, too.’
When we got home, I felt I had lost him completely, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there quietly and watched television. He continued to seem distant and absent. Finally, with silence, I decided to go to bed. About 15 minutes later, he came to bed. But I still felt he was distracted, and his thoughts were elsewhere. Finally, he fell asleep; I cried. I don’t know what to do. I’m almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. My life is a disaster.”
The Husband’s Diary
“A 2-foot putt! Who the ‘!*#%’ misses a 2-foot putt?” I’ve been there, done that, got the T-shirt.
Years ago, my wife Becky and I had a similar Venus/Mars story to the wife and husband story. At that time, we were selling our home and our home was in escrow. Becky was worried because we hadn’t found a new home. Here is what she posted on her Facebook page about how she was feeling.
“Well, as of last night, we have a contract on our house. We haven’t found a house to move to yet, so I’m in bed with my mind racing, thinking, ‘OK, our daughter said we could stay with them, or we could stay with Ed’s dad, but Ed needs the internet for his work. And where will we put all our furniture, belongings, and the rest of our stuff? I must pack. Where am I going to find the time and energy?’ So, I couldn’t fall asleep. I got up, did some stuff, and finally fell asleep sometime after 2 a.m.
“Today Ed and I were sitting in the family room, and Ed was strangely quiet, so I assumed he was thinking about our move. So, I said, ‘Whatcha thinkin?’ He says, ‘I can’t believe Jeff Gordon blew that NASCAR race!’ So, I replied, ‘Oh my gosh, you are such a guy!’”
She got 37 likes and 20 comments in a few hours (mostly from citizens of Venus).
The Venus/Mars phenomenon occurs with God and human beings, too. But it’s not Venus and Mars. It’s heaven and Earth.
“God, my world’s falling apart, things are terrible, everything is out of control, I can’t cope and there’s no hope. Things will never change. Someone else got my promotion, and I won’t recover from this. I’m falling apart, the bill collectors are coming, my kids are out of control,” and all the other stuff we feel, think, and say in times of crisis and ambiguity.
“Yes, I understand the way you feel. This is God! I will be handling all your problems today. I will not need your help. So, have a good day.” In a Venus/Mars sense, God is such a guy!
My pastor friend, John Lynch, has a great quote from his new On My Best Day series, which captures heaven’s perspective of life. “On my best day, I’m trusting God’s perfect love, unique intention, endless forgiveness and mistake-free care, giving me peace, purpose, joy and safety on even my toughest days.” That couldn’t be said better or more accurately. That’s trust in action. But, of course, the best way to have your best day is this perspective, “I don’t know what the future holds, but I do know who holds the future.”
By the way, I never mentioned how Becky’s and my home dilemma turned out. So, here we were, our home in escrow, with no place to go without heaps of logistics and work. A few days later, I’m looking at houses on the internet, discovering a home for sale. I say to Becky, “Hey, this house looks OK. Let’s check it out.” We go to the house, along with 20 other people looking at it, and it’s perfect for us. What happened then? The outcome was the same day our home for sale closed escrow, we closed escrow on our new home and moved in. It was seamless. Becky skipped as a calf let out of a stall.
Please don’t think that I’m suggesting beautiful Becky looks like a calf. It’s a Biblical concept. (I suppose a calf sounds better than a cow).
Now, picture me like Snoopy in Peanuts, lying on top of his doghouse on my best day saying to myself, “Oh, the things one must do when writing articles in today’s world.”