It’s something my husband has always done with me. We do it a lot less now having kids since it generally requires both hands to be taking care of them, but one place we can generally always hold hands is in the car. Without him knowing, whenever he grabs mine or I grab his, I am mindful to make sure that his hand is the one on top. Sound weird? Well it might be, but I want to share with you my reasoning behind why I do that…
I can’t remember when it was or who was talking, but it was one of those little breaks in the music on the radio where they talk about a recent study or just some random useless knowledge. This one was kind of interesting to me. They were talking about holding hands. They proceeded to say that in this study of people holding hands, they noticed that the more dominate person was generally the one with their hand on top.
That got me thinking, “I wonder who’s hand is on top when we hold hands!?” I had no idea who’s it was because I am not the most observant person in the world. 🙂 I wish I did just for the fun of it, but one thing I knew was from that point forward, I was going to make sure that my Husband’s hand was going to be the one on top.
Sound silly? Well it may be, but to me it serves as a little reminder every time we hold hands of how much I should value, honor, respect, and love my Husband as my God given leader.
I love that he is my leader. I want him to lead me in simple ways; like when we walk into the Church building and he decides where we will sit or by picking out where we are going to eat. I want to be lead. I make a conscious effort to let him lead me the most he can because I want to condition myself to follow him. When times get difficult and there are bigger decisions to be made, it will be hard, so I want to be practiced in letting him lead. Yes, I have a say, and yes, he listens to me. But in the end, whether I helped in making the decision or not, he is the leader and his decision rules. I want to support him. Ultimately, what I want is to do my best in my God given role as my Husband’s Wife and helper. I can’t help him and we can’t move forward together if we are both trying to lead. It is my duty as his Wife to yield to him so we can move on and move forward together.
So this still may sound just plain crazy to you, but for me, I love it. With my hand in his, I want to follow where he leads.