What goes through your mind

I read this interesting article about what goes through a wife's mind when she gets in trouble. After you read it, let me know what goes through your mind when you're summoned over is knee. lisasjoydd@gmail.com
http://tinyurl.com/ycxhxj4r

Testimony: Thank God for Mentors

Here's another testimony about how one of our sisters in s u b m i s s i o n discovered the joy of DD. Sent you experienced to me, I'll keep them confidential. lisasjoydd@gmail.com

 ******************** A Mentor Saves a Marriage******************
My husband and I had been fighting a lot. One day I had had enough, I packed up my bags and stormed out of the house.

I went to a friend's house, whose marriage I had long admired, and she warmly welcomed me in. 

Over the next week or so, This friend showed me what the Bible said about healthy marriages and Biblical submission. She was truly an example of a Titus 2 mentor to me.

After much prayer I decided to go for it. My friend had a  contract much like yours and I made a copy, signed it, with her and her husband as witnesses. I then returned to my home while my husband was at work.

I taped the contract, along with a letter explaining my new found convictions and an apology for my bad behavior. I asked him to forgive me and give DD a try. The letter ended by telling him that I was in the bedroom awaiting his response. Then I took my clothes off and waited for him to come home.

As soon as he came home I stood myself in the corner and waited. It was a long wait, but finally I heard the door open. He later told me he was shocked to see his wife standing in the corner in her birthday suit. He sat on the bed, called me over and we talked about my disrespect and the idea of DD. Then he told me to bend over his lap, I nervously complied. He proceeded to  me soundly.

By the time he was finished my bottom was bright pink and I was crying unrestrained. He tenderly took me into his lap and comforted me. He let me cry until I was done reassuring me of his love the whole time.

That's when I felt the strange oxymoron of being miserable (because of my sore rear end) and extremely happy inside (Because of the peace of submission) at the same time! When it was all over I thanked him from the bottom of my heart.

The next morning I elatedly called my mentor friend and told her how it went. The rest of the week I felt light and breezy, I had a bubble of joy that was just itching to get out.

That was 4 years ago. I have never regretted submitting to my husband (Well, except for while I'm over his knee, or about to be there, that is). Our marriage is happier than its ever been.

My friend still mentors me and helps me to learn how best to honor my husband and raise my kids. Her wisdom is so helpful. Now other people look to me for marriage advice. And while I do tell them about being respectful and letting my husband be the head, I've never had the courage to tell about the DD component. That's why I'm glad that you're doing it, Lisa. We need more Titus 2 mentors in our world, perhaps someday I'll have the courage to be one, but I don't think I have enough experience yet!

DD May Have Saved My Life!

DD May Have Saved My Life!

Ever since the Las Vegas Shootings I have been thinking a lot about life, and how my life is different than it was 9 years ago. I have been hesitant to write anything, because I don't want to in anyway detract from what the families of the victims are going through, nor do I want to make light of it. But had it not been for DD, Hubby and I might have been shot too.

I've always had a secret passion for country music. Of course, upstate New York is not the place you find a huge County music fan club. Some of my friends think I'm nuts! My Hubby puts up with it because he knows it makes me happy, and he loves to make me happy.

Well, when I heard that Eric Church, Sam Hunt, Jason Aldean, Jake Owen and Lee Brice were all planning to be at the Route 91 Harvest country music festival, I just had to go!

Hubby said he'd always wanted to see the West, so he bought tickets and decided to take our first trip to Vegas. I had been super excited about the trip, and even planed some "special surprises" for hubby in the hotel.

But just two weeks before we were to leave, Hubby told me that he had been praying and felt impressed that we should not go. He had spend a lot of time in prayer about it and it seemed clear that, for some reason, we were not to go to this concert. I was truly disappointed. Of course, two weeks later, I was very happy that I had heeded my husband's leadership and submitted to his decision. This very well may have saved our lives. That made me think about how this would have happened in different periods of our marriage.

Before we practiced DD, if my hubby had told me that he believed we should not go, I would have thrown a fit, and demanded that he not back out. He would have caved and we would have been there as the bullets were flying.

When we first started DD. I would have thrown a fit and started making demands. Hubby would have taken me by the hand, guided me over his knee and "helped" me accept his authority in the issue. I would have likely gotten a few more trips over his knee in the weeks leading up to the event for bad attitude, begging, and nagging. But I would have been sitting at home on my sore rear end when the bullets started flying and thanking God for speaking to my hubby.

A few years into our DD relationship, I would have respectfully questioned to make sure he was serious, said "yes sir" and unpacked, but I would probably have acted out and sulked enough during the lead up to the concert that he would have found it necessary to apply the hairbrush to my hiney to remind me that submission means accepting his decisions, even when I don't like them and trusting that they are best. Sulking about your hubby's choices is not really being submissive. A little heat to my seat would have gotten me back on track and I would have probably been happily blaring Jason Aldean on my phone, as I cleaned up from dinner, when the bullets started flying. In fact I probably wouldn't even have known until the next day.

Now that I'm an old pro at submitting and have been learning well from my Hubby, here is the way it went:

Hubby told me what I said earlier. I asked if he was absolutely sure, because I had really been looking forward to this concert. He said he was afraid so. I humbly accepted his decision and trusted in my heart that it was for the best. Even though I thought about the concert off and on throughout the next two weeks, each time I reminded myself that I could trust Hubby, and that God had placed him as my head, so it was natural that He would speak to Hubby about this. There must be a reason. I didn't even get upset or depressed, I just went on with my life. In fact, having what I wanted taken from me, without having any say in the matter, reminded me of my submission, and that made me feel romantic toward my strong man.

On the awful  night of the concert, I dressed in one of hubby's favorite, skimpy, outfits and we had a wonderful evening. We were in the bedroom, but definitely not sleeping, when the bullets began to fly, we were oblivious to what was happening across the country from us.  The next day Hubby left for work, instructing me to wear nothing but birthday suit and be waiting for him when he got home. He intended to have an encore.  As I went about my morning work, whistling a happy tune and feeling very lived and happy, a friend called me, frantically telling me what had happened. She said it was a miracle we hadn't gone. I turned on the TV and sure enough, the horror I had just barely missed smacked me in the face. That evening Hubby and I had a sober evening as we thought about what could have been. I cried into his strong shoulder and thanked him for being my leader and listening to God. I vowed once again to love, honor, and obey Hubby. If you had seen me crying in hubby's arms that night you would have thought that I had just gotten in big trouble and taken a very painful trip over his knee. But this time only my face was red, my bottom, though it was bare, had remained untouched. I think that is the first time I've cried that hard into Hubby's shoulder while not also sporting a sore back side. But those tears were tears of sorrow for those who had been attacked, and relief and joy that we were safely in our NY home.

Yes DD just may have saved our lives!

Does God Prefer Men Over Women?

I love this lady, she is so brilliant! here's another gem from her. 

Another Testimony, A misunderstood wife!

A FB friend sent me this testimony about her submissive relationship. Lets all remember that our lifestyle is not well understood, so we ladies must stick together! Send me your stories lisasjoydd@gmail.com

***Happy, Misunderstood Wife***

[Being an obedient wife] isn't becoming more popular here in Canada at all. The common attitude here, even among my Christian, and Born Again friends, is that i am a slave, and that my Husband is a tyrant. Although not christian myself, i fully agree with what you are saying. i try to explain that, slaves are those kept against their will. i am free to leave anytime i wish, but i wish to stay. As for my Husband, he treats me like pure gold. He is chivalrous, gentle spoken, honest, loyal, respectful, and a gorgeous man, who loves and protects me, from my own worst enemy, myself. i have a similar experience to you, having been a bit of a tyrant in my early years. i watched my mother, a very strong woman, who was the happy house wife, until my father got very ill, and was unable to work to support the family. My mom became the head of the house and family, and she slowly self destructed. i was growing up in those years, and seeing her strength, requiring some of that myself. i borrowed her strength, and followed her ways. By the time i met my Husband, my father had died, and my mother was remarried, and accustomed to leading the family. She bossed my beloved stepfather around, and i played "monkey see, monkey do" in all my relationships. Then, early in my Husband's courting of me, i had a chat with my stepfather. He adored my mother, but was miserable, because she was "impossible to love". i knew my Husband (boyfriend at the time) was the one for me, and i could not do to him, what my mother did to my stepfather. In the beginning, i observed my Husband closely, learning as many of his likes and dislikes as i could without asking for his guidance. Then, when we were to be married, i told him of my plan, and hoped he would agree. At first, he was completely against it. He too was brought up in the modern way, where all women and men are equal. To this i say, we are all equal in our strengths, but those strengths, are clearly different. We were never meant to be the same. We were meant to be opposites, with equal value. A woman should never compete with a man, she should help him to compete with the rest of this sometimes horrible modern world, to be his best. That is when a woman is at her best. No one believes me when i tell them that we never fight. i try to explain, fighting is for those who wish to be right. i wish to be happy. We discuss everything, and sometimes we disagree, but we never fight, because in 23 years, he has never led us down a wrong path, and has never abused his power over me. So i will always do everything in my power, to keep a smile on his face. Because he puts a smile on my face. That's love to me.

Even the Feminists have to agree...

Even the feminists have to agree, when confronted with the research data: Traditional marriage roles lead to more happiness. But they explain it away by saying the society hasn't yet evolved far enough for women to rid themselves of stereotypes.
I beg to differ. Women who choose to submit to their hubby's are the ones who are ridiculed these days. Feminist propaganda is force fed girls from infancy, and any word to the contrary is shut down. Yet, left to their own desires, women keep reverting to wanting traditional roles. Deep down inside women still want a man to love, protect and guide them, even if they don't realize it. And the research keeps confirming this.
Many women, like me, who fully embrace feminism have found themselves miserable. Unfortunately, few women ever wake up to the reality that they can solve their misery by being feminine instead of feminist. By finding a good man and then submitting to him, these women can be free of their misery, and find the joy, peace and freedom God designed for them.

 Here's another interesting article by pro-feminists, having to admit to these facts and trying to explain them away. Have fun!

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/men/relationships/11740745/Men-are-happier-when-their-wives-dont-go-out-to-work-study-finds.html

Women are still Women and men, men: research shows.

In a recent article on Fox News, Suzanne Venker cites new research showing that even in the face of a full on attack on traditional marital roles, women still tend to like the "old fashioned" femininity.

Venker says, "That is not to say no married couple can successfully navigate a role reversal. It is only to say that it’s rare. Even today, approximately 30 percent of married women with children choose not to be employed— and in families where both parents are employed, “70 percent consist of fathers who earn more than mothers.”

That’s because it’s natural for a woman to want to depend on her man, and it is not natural for a man to depend on a woman. No matter how hard that is to hear, or how politically incorrect it may be, it still stands."

Venker is correct. God made women and men different. And it is devaluing to women to deny that!

In fact research done by the University of Illinois, showed a "a statistically significant and substantial difference in depressive symptoms between men and women in our study,” (Karen Kramer, University of Illinois). This difference was that women were less happy when they were not on traditional roles. Depression rose as women's salary did, while men, had the most happiness and mental health when their incomes rose. 

Venker concludes: Societal attitudes may have changed, but human nature has not. Perhaps it’s time we surrendered."

That's exactly what I advocate in this blog. Let's make the new feminism one where women are proud of their unique abilities and value their husbands' as well!

Read the whole article here