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Public speaking isn’t for everyone. It’s one thing to speak, quite another to communicate. There was the guy teaching a bunch of guys on how to “love their wives.” Unfortunately he compared a husband’s love for his wife to a nursing mother – that guys should “provide sustenance to” their wives like a mom feeding her baby. Try to get that picture out of your head.

While the guys may have cringed, he’s got a point. When my wife ‘sustained’ our children, I don’t ever remember a time when I asked her, “Honey, when was the last time you fed the baby?” and she responded, “Oh, I don’t know, it’s been a few days.”

Instinctively a mom knows her baby’s sustenance has to be consistent, catered to their tastes, and is crucial for their survival. Ask yourself a few questions:

Is your love consistent? I don’t know about you, but I rarely miss a meal. Unless I’m fasting (for a very short time!), about every 4-5 hours I feed the beast. It’s all too common for our wives to go months between meals: a date night, taking a walk, go on an adventure, a simple text saying, “are you tired? You should be because you’ve been running through my mind all day long,” or a well thought out letter. Sustenance is ongoing.

Is your love catered to her tastes? You’re not going to catch me at the all you can eat tofu bar. Unless I’m in a foreign country or on an diet challenge, I generally sustain my body with stuff I like. It’s common to give love the way we want to receive love. But your love language probably doesn’t match hers. Want to know if you are catering to her “love” taste buds, ask this UNCOMMEN question: “Honey, do you feel the depth of my love? Not do you know it, but do you feel it? If not, how can I sustain your soul?”

Do you realize your love is crucial to her survival? It’s no secret many women feel malnourished by their husbands. Their closets may be stuffed with clothes and pantry stocked with food, but their souls are famished for attention and craving emotional sustenance from the one who promised to love them until “death do us part.”

Like a baby craves milk, every woman wants to be wanted by her husband.

Be UNCOMMEN.

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