The other night, as I was getting ready for bed, I noticed that we were almost out of toilet paper in our bathroom.
Typically there are four rolls in the Master Bath. There is one on the hook plus three in reserves. It was late and I knew my pregnant wife would be up several times throughout the night to go to the bathroom.
She was all tucked into bed and I was finishing brushing my teeth. I had a decision to make.
She was the last one to use it, so technically it was up to her to replenish our supply. But, she was already in bed, gently drifting off to sleep. I could just as easily walk into the other room to grab a few more rolls.
This crossroads was like many others we face in our marriage. The opportunity to serve our wives, or the chance to have justice.
A feeling of justice is short lived, the consequences of service are lasting.
