One Right Way?

Jerry and I do everything differently. That struck me recently, when I noticed the half a banana standing on the counter. If I eat a banana, I'll eat the whole thing. Even though we're both right-handed, he pulls the wax paper with his right hand, holding it with his left, while I do the opposite. And I wash dishes under running water, while he bathes them in a sink full of suds,

I don't know why it struck me so strongly in the last few months that our methods of doing everything differ. We've been married since we were children, practically, and now we're comforting each other in our aches and pains of early old age. It's like it just dawned on me.

Early in the marriage, I worked pretty hard to get Jerry to do things my way. I guess what's struck me now is how much I've given that quest up. And our differences add spice, not conflict, to our relationship.

But it sure is easy to think our way is the right way, isn't it? Am I the only one who wants everyone to see the value of my point of view?Talking with a friend the other day, we agreed, with laughter, that we each knew best–about practically everything. After all, hadn't we gathered lots of knowledge and wisdom in the last fifty years?

Ahhh. True wisdom is appreciating and celebrating differences. God loves differences, or we would be clones of Adam and Eve. How boring would that be?

Maybe this is obvious to you. But it's not obvious to those of us who grew up in families where there was one right way to do everything. Just so you know.

Papa, thanks for being a God who loves variety and difference.