Honoring Our Husbands in the Little Things

January 03, 2013Jessalyn Hutto

When my best friend and I entered our college dorm room for the first time and began unpacking, I am sure she had no idea what she was getting herself into. You see, Ashleigh was a very organized, neat, and clean person (still is for that matter). Her side of the room was always well kept and tidy, mine was… well, let’s just say…. not. She was the epitome of structure and I was the poster child for procrastination. Every morning she followed the same well-worn routine of waking early to spend time in the Word, showering, brushing her teeth and heading off to class. I, on the other hand, would quickly roll out of bed throw on a hoodie and make it to class with seconds to spare (and hopefully a clean set of teeth)...