The two of us had very different financial upbringings.  My husband, Eric grew up with many of the frills of life even though his single mother often couldn’t really afford the luxuries they enjoyed.  Yet, he knew how to go without just fine too.  The thing he hadn’t really practiced was saving money.  He could go with or without it, but if he had it, that cash would burn a hole in his pocket and escape. 

I, on the other hand, had lived with very a frugal family.  My parents had their sights set on buying a house and saved every penny in that endeavor.  So, I saved too.  And I figured we would skip eating out, movies and pretty much every luxury in our attempt to finance college expenses and saving for a house. 

Boy, was I wrong!

Eric wanted to enjoy our marriage and celebrate life.  Somehow, that equated  spending money.  Nearly every time we would walk into a store together I would hold my breath, cringing over the things he would want to buy.  As I look back on it, he didn’t want any thing all that extravagant; it was just that I had expected something different than he did when it came to handling our money. 

The real heartburn came when I would try to convince him that he shouldn’t buy something.  I hate to see wives nagging their husbands, and I didn’t want to join the ranks of hen peckers.  But I was the one who balanced the checkbook and tracked our available funds.  So sometimes I was just operating out of my save, save, SAVE mentality and other times there really was no money for the item he wanted. 

If I forced my opinion in the matter, Eric would relent, but I felt guilty.  I felt unsubmissive and out of order.  Besides, my husband was incredibly generous with me, and I wasn’t as generous with him.  We needed someone bigger than us to fix this problem.

I began praying over the issue, my attitude included.  The Lord began to show me that neither one of us was right.  As flawed people we often don’t have God’s perspective on the issues of life that snag us.  It isn’t a matter of he’s right and she’s wrong.  The Lord showed me how I felt that life was more manageable, more in control, my control, if there was money in the bank. If control was my motive for saving, it was wrong.  If good stewardship was my motive for saving, that was right.  But a right action with wrong motive is still wrong! 

A good friend and I began praying Scripture over our husbands together.  Finances were an issue for both of our marriages.  We began to pray that God’s truth would wash clean all of our notions about handling money so that we would be united in His truth rather than divided by our own opinions.  My friend, Lisa, also held me accountable to letting God do the work instead of me doing the nagging.  When Eric would want something I didn’t think we could afford, I would simply pray that God would lead Eric to be a good steward of His money.  I might share my opinion but would let him and God make the final decision.  I prayed that God’s Word would ring louder in my husband’s ears than my words.