Almost every time my husband and I get into an argument, not even 30 minutes later one of us is apologizing and asking for forgiveness. He's looking me in the eye holding my chin with his fingertips or I have my arms wrapped around him. Either way, it's an easy resolution, and it has a certain humbleness to it that can stop a mini war in it's tracks.
Sometimes I storm off, usually up to our bedroom and just sit on the bed. I've always done this, even as a little girl. My bedroom was always my safe haven. I could think and talk to God about how angry, upset, or hurt I was at a certain situation or person. Nothing has changed. Except now I was just laying there, staring at the ceiling swearing to God that I'm not saying, "I'm sorry" this time. Why should I? He can come up here and apologize if he wants to anyway. And in all my stubbornness, I wonder what he's doing downstairs. I wonder if he's thinking the same thing I am and I picture what it would be like if I went down there and said I was sorry.
Nope..no way. I've already made up my mind. I have nothing to be sorry for. At least in my eyes. But then out of nowhere an image pops into my head and the very thing I need to be sorry for is playing over and over.
I get off the bed, slowly open the door and make my way downstairs. As I walk towards him sitting at the dining room table, I wrap my arms around his shoulders, plant my nose in his hair, breathe in the familiar scent of Head and Shoulders shampoo and whisper, "I'm sorry baby."
"No..I'm sorry babe," he whispers back. And just like that, we're hugging and kissing and back to laughing.
"I'm sorry" doesn't mean you've 'lost' the argument or that you're by any means weak. I mean, yeah, it's okay to stand up for yourself and put your foot down, but it's a very good thing to know when to put your weapon down.
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