Help Him Trust Your Spiritual Life

Dear precious and virtuous woman, may I remind you that everything physical about you, no matter how fine or flawless, will fade with time. Beauty may open the door, but it is your spirit that will keep the house standing. That which is spiritual will not only remain, it will grow, it will mature, and it will echo into eternity.

It was said of the virtuous woman that the heart of her husband safely trusts her. My first challenge to you, dear sister and helper, is this: can your husband trust your spiritual life? Not your cooking. Not your dress sense. Not even your words. But can he look at your life and trust the God you claim to know?

The spiritual governs the physical. If there is anything eternal you can bring to your husband, to your home, to your children, it is the depth and fire of your walk with God. That is your greatest asset. That is your lasting inheritance. So I say to you plainly, invest in it.

I remember speaking with a close friend and brother of mine. He counted five moments in his life where he could have died. Five! But what kept him? The prayers of his wife. She didn’t even know. She wasn’t shouting it. She wasn’t announcing it. But he knew. He never even told her directly, but as he spoke to me, I could hear the honour, the weight of appreciation in his voice. He trusted her spirit. Not because she posted scriptures online, but because her life had kept him alive.

I have met men who wept at the memory of their mother’s prayers. Grown men, strong men, powerful men, brought to their knees not by pain but by the memory of intercession. Dear sister, your spiritual life is your greatest treasure. Don’t fake it. Don’t assume it. Build it.

The tragedy today is that too many Christian women are loud in church but empty at home. They pray fire on Sunday but their tongue is sharper than a razor on Monday. They gossip on Wednesday, quarrel with the neighbour on Thursday, shout down the house on Friday, and then dress like an angel on Sunday. And the man is watching. Watching all these different versions of the same woman. Confused. Disoriented. Disappointed.

I remember years ago, a few teenagers came to our home. They were broken and deeply wounded. They began to speak about their mother, a mighty woman of God in church. But at home? A terror. A complete contradiction. Their words pierced my heart. This woman, anointed and powerful in church, had failed to build trust in the hearts of her own children.

So I ask again, can your husband trust your walk with God? Can your children feel safe under the covering of your life?

You help him trust you when the fruit of the Spirit is visible. Not just the gifts. Anyone can shout. Anyone can shake. But can you love? Are you kind? Do you have self-control? Is there peace in your presence?

Let your husband find safety in your spirit. Let your children find Christ in your character. Don’t just carry fire. Carry fruit. That is the life that will count for eternity.