The Honor of Following My Husband

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In a world that often celebrates independence and self-direction, the idea of following can sound old-fashioned or even weak. But in my heart — and in our home — I’ve discovered something profoundly different: that choosing to follow my husband is not an act of weakness at all. It is one of the greatest honors and strengths I can offer, both to him and to the Lord.

My husband cannot lead if I refuse to follow. Leadership and followership are not about superiority or inferiority — they are about harmony. God designed marriage to be a partnership, not a competition. When I resist, when I insist on my own way, I’m not just opposing him — I’m disrupting the balance that allows both of us to flourish.

Following my husband doesn’t mean I lose my voice. It means I use my voice to encourage, support, and build him up. It means I trust the man God has placed in my life to lead our family with wisdom and prayer. And that kind of trust takes tremendous strength. It’s not always easy. There are moments when I want to take control or when I doubt the plan — but those are the moments when submission becomes an act of faith, not just in my husband, but in God’s design for marriage.

When I choose to honor my husband’s leadership, I’m showing our children what love and respect look like. They see that submission is not servitude; it’s sacred. They learn that strength isn’t about demanding control — it’s about giving it freely out of love, respect, and trust.

Every time I follow my husband’s lead, I’m reminded that I’m ultimately following Christ. My submission to him is an act of obedience to God’s Word and a daily reminder of how the Church follows Christ — not grudgingly, but joyfully.

And that, to me, is one of the greatest honors of all: to love, respect, and follow the man God gave me — not because I have to, but because I want to. 

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  1. AnonymousNovember 9, 2025 at 9:52 PM

    Thank you so much for this Ma'am. Mrs Rachel Evans

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    1. Lisa Spanking BlogNovember 10, 2025 at 7:48 PM

      Oh it is my honor. This is therapeutical for me. Thank you for commenting Mrs. Rachel Evans.

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  2. AnonymousNovember 17, 2025 at 10:23 PM

    Simply impeccable

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