Glass or Plastic?

I am in a pickle. I'm not sure how to go about typing this without it sounding like a 'husband bashing' session (which is NOT my intent, let me assure you).

I love my husband. However, there are things I just don't understand about him.

Oh sure, most of the time our differences are our strengths. I don't have a major issue with some of the little things he does that may annoy me on other days. Unfortunately, today was one of those 'other' days.

I don't have anything to complain about, really. He is a gem! A real sweetheart! He made some rump roast into bacon wrapped steaks for tonight's supper with friends, which I am SO thankful he did. The problem, lately, is me. He even managed to clean up (for the most part) after himself (which is SO nice and I'm SO grateful for). And yet I still found myself with issues.

He marinated them in plastic containers! (oh the horror!).

Why on earth would this bother me so much? It frustrates me more (especially now that I'm thinking clearly again) that I was so bothered by the fact that they were in 3 separate plastic containers. I would have placed all the steaks in the nice 9x11 glass pan we have which is perfect for the job (and cleans up SO much easier... and doesn't retain the smell or the bacteria the plastic containers do). Perhaps if he had used plastic containers that have previously been used for marinating and already had the spice odour in them (thus making them useless for anything but) instead of fresh ones that had not been exposed to raw meat, I wouldn't have been as upset. I mean, really, all I needed to do was move them to the glass (which I did) and then soak the plastic in vinegar to kill the bacteria, and later in baking soda water to rid them of smell... but I was SO upset. I cried. And cried. And was even more upset because I WAS so upset that I couldn't lay down for a nap like I wanted (he innocently told me about the plastic just as I was laying down), and then even MORE so when my daughter awoke from all the crying I was doing, making sure I could NOT nap at all...

Really... why did it bother me so much? This is not biblical. This is not right. I need to do all things with a thankful heart. I need to stop my complaining and get rid of all malice. I need to just take it, deal with it, and move on. But I couldn't. I prayed and prayed about it (really... why did I even need to? It's just containers... it's no big deal), and kept on feeling like crap...

And then it hit me.

No, the reason is not because of my hormones, or the fact that I'm pregnant and stressed and tired... although they may all be contributing factors. The fact is, Satan is trying to get to me.

Be sober-minded; be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour. Resist him, firm in your faith, knowing that the same kinds of suffering are being experienced by your brotherhood throughout the world.
-1 Peter 5:8-9

For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places.

-Ephesians 6:11

The issue was not actually the containers. It was just a trigger to get to me. So, I had to pray it away. I had to get rid of him, stand firm in my faith and take on the armor of God before I let this little thing get a major grip on me. Sure, I told my husband about it later and asked that maybe he try to use the glass next time (I really don't want to have to do all that stuff to those containers every time we have steak... and my husband is usually a good listener). However, it wasn't in anger. I wasn't tempted to take those containers and smash him over the head with them like I was earlier that afternoon (he should be thankful he had to be in the barn right after he told me... ha ha). However, I really need to make sure this kind of thing doesn't happen again... that I get a grip on reality and get rid of those negative feelings that Satan sends my way before I DO do something I'll regret.

Basically, I need to wear the armor of God. And, to help myself out, I need to make sure to give my stresses to God more regularly, to rest properly (last night I did NOT sleep well at all, which wasn't my fault, so I did rest all day today, but it still wasn't enough), and to be aware of my hormonal imbalances (don't we all?) so I know when I am my weakest and can warn my loved ones to pray more (and do so myself, of course). And to spend more time with God in the mornings. Not half-hearted time, either. Full-on time. Give-myself-over time. Time where I am NOT thinking about the things I need to get done, or the things I'd like to do, or the baby or the daughter or the husband, but time alone with my Saviour, getting to know Him a little better, and myself as well.

I spend time with him... but not like I should. I usually bump it up a notch after a day like today. I wish it didn't have to take a kick in the pants to get me back on board.

I guess that's something to be thankful for, amIright? Today's meltdown is the kick I need to spend proper time with my Saviour.

Now if only I could do without the kick...