Here’s a great illustration I found on the internet of two different perspectives…one coming from Venus (the feminine perspective) and the other from Mars (the masculine perspective). One is called The Wife’s Diary. The other is called 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 long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he make no comment on it. Conversation wasn’t flowing, so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could 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 as if 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 all around us, I decided to go to bed. About fifteen minutes later, he came to bed. But I still felt that he was distracted, and his thoughts were somewhere else. He feel 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 two-foot putt. Who the !*#% misses a two-foot putt.
My wife Becky and I had a similar story like this last week. Here is what she posted on her Facebook page. We are selling our home and we now are in escrow on it.
“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, Kristin & Corey said we could stay with them, we could stay with Ed’s Dad, but Ed needs internet for his work . . . where are we going to put all the stuff, have to pack . . .’ So I couldn’t fall asleep.
Got up, did some stuff, finally fell asleep sometime after 2:00 AM. Today Ed and I were sitting in the family room, and Ed was strangely quiet, so I assumed he was thinking about the move. I said ‘Whatcha thinkin?’ He says, “I CAN’T BELIEVE JEFF GORDON BLEW THAT RACE!” I replied, ‘OH MY GOSH YOU ARE SUCH A GUY!’” She got thirty-seven likes and twenty comments in a few hours (mostly girls).
This happens with God and us too. But not Venus and Mars, it’s heaven and earth.
Our Diary. ”God, my world’s falling apart, things are terrible, everything is out of control, I can’t cope, there’s no hope, thing’s will never change, I can’t recover from this” and all the other stuff we do and say in times of crisis and ambiguity.
God’s Diary. “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 real sense, God is such a Guy!
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