Mars and Venus

One of my patients came in the office today carrying the book 'Mars vs. Venus,' or whatever the correct title is, a book about how different man and woman are and how difficult it is to love each other. I just don't get it, I guess.

I don't find it difficult to love a woman at all. The differences? That is what makes it so good. Where my skin is rough, hers is like silk. I am bony, and she is fragile yet soft. I could break my wife's neck with a twist of my hand, but she can break my heart with a word spoken in anger. Her laughter is like the tinkling of bells. I won't tell you what mine sounds like. lol Her hair, well I can't really describe the beauty and feel of it. To lie down next to her is the closest thing to heaven I can think of right now. As wonderful as holding my new born baby was, it did not compare to holding my wife on our wedding night and knowing she loved me and wanted to be with me, no one else.

There is a gospel song I used to sing often and loved very much. Maybe some of you have heard it. It goes, in part, 'who am I, that a King has bled and died for?' Well who am I that she should love me? I am lucky, that's what I am.

A woman is graceful where I am awkward, gracious and forgiving where I am often too stern, nurturing where I am sometimes left confused.. shall I, shouldn't I. She does not hesitate while I must think and re-think every move. She is trusting where I am wary. She can cry at another's pain or misery, and I nearly suffocate with the emotion of it but can't shed a tear. Women often amuse me, and I don't mean that in any sexist way. They see things differently, often more clearly, often with a better sense of humor, sometimes being a little naive, but almost always touching some chord in me. I could go on, but I think you see what I mean.

Differences? Oh yes, and I thank God for them. Proverbs 31:10 "Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies."