And in all this, Iâ??ve accepted, mostly, that these are all
things Iâ??ve given Him the right to control. At the same time, I balk when I see
Him taking control. The wife part of me wants to scream â??But Iâ??m your wife!â?
while the slave part of me sits back and quietly accepts her fate. The slave
part usually wins. But the wife part sometimes needs a moment to collect
herself.

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