Pre-Order So God Made a Mother
SearchSearch
SearchSearch

Faith, Marriage

Your Husband Can’t Be Your Savior

  • 2  Minute Read
Couple on wedding day embracing
Image via Kelli Bachara

Ladies, he isn’t Jesus.

Your boyfriend, your fiancé, your husband . . . he isn’t Jesus.

Not even close.

Yet, it’s so easy to put the expectation on him like he is.

I know I’ve fallen into the lie that my husband should fix my wounds, bring me joy, or make my insecurities go away.

But when we do this, we are absolutely setting ourselves and our relationships up for failure.

Because only Jesus can truly do these things.

It’s so common for us to think once we have a great, godly man in our life, then we will be whole.

Then we will feel beautiful, or secure, or confident.

Then we won’t be anxious or lonely.

Please hear me, the man in your life should treat you well, love and pursue you. But no matter how godly he is, no matter how perfect he seems, he can’t fix you. He can’t bring you peace and joy your heart needs.

God didn’t create us that way. He didn’t make us humans able to fulfill all the needs of someone else.

That’s His job.

Jesus is the one man who can complete you. He is the only one you can go to and be sure that He has what you need.

Your significant other can help encourage you, and guide you towards Jesus. He can be the person you seek the Lord with and enjoy life with, but he can’t be your Savior.

Let Jesus do His job. He can fulfill your life in a way no one else ever will be able to.

This post originally appeared on The Unraveling by Kelli Bachara

 

You may also like:

You Are Not Your Husband’s Holy Spirit

Marry the Man Who Loves Jesus

To My Husband: Thank You For Being A Great Man

So God Made a Mother book by Leslie Means

If you liked this, you'll love our new book, SO GOD MADE A MOTHER available for pre-order now!

Pre-Order Now

Her View Shop

So God Made A Mama Tee So God Made A Mama Tee

Articles by Kelli Bachara

Kelli Bachara

Kelli Bachara is a wife and mom to two sweet kiddos. She is a mental health therapist, writer, and podcaster. Kelli loves her Goldendoodle, coffee, and this beautiful thing called life. You can find her at www.kellibachara.com.

Facebook: Kelli Bachara Instagram: Kelli Bachara

8 Fight Songs for the Single Mom
In: Faith, Living, Motherhood
Woman holding earbuds in ears
by Becky Stachnik

They whispered to her: You cannot withstand the storm. I have had days when the storms hit me while I sat on the shower floor with my knees to my chest feeling completely defeated, letting the hot water beat down on my body. I have had nights when the storms hit me as tears stained my pillow. As time has moved on, I am learning how to beat the storms. This is only possible because of the family and friends that God has brought into my life. This is my fight song. These are and have been my take back...

Keep Reading

Your Brother Is With Jesus Now
In: Faith, Grief, Loss
Brother and sister in yellow outfits smiling on park bench
by Tiffany Nardoni

“Thao is with Jesus now,” we told her, barely choking out the whisper. Jesus. This invisible being we sing about. Jesus. The baby in the manger? Jesus. How can we explain Jesus and death and loss and grief to a 3-year-old? And now, how can we not? We live it, breathe it, and dwell in loss since the death of her brother, our son, Thao. Here we are living a life we never wanted or dreamed of. Here we are navigating loss and death in a way our Creator never intended. What words can I use to describe death to...

Keep Reading

Even When You Can’t Find Joy, Jesus Is There
In: Faith, Grief, Loss
Sad woman through pane of rain covered glass
by Jenny Marcelene

The international church service was vibrant with voices lifted up in songs of praise. Many clapped their hands and some even danced before God. But I wanted to be invisible. Joy felt like a land depicted in a fairy tale. I had returned from the hospital the day before—a surgery to remove the baby who had died in my womb. Watching this church buzz with happiness unearthed my fragileness. I slouched in my chair and closed my eyes. Tears trickled down my freckled face. My mind knew God was in control, but my heart ached as yet another thing I...

Keep Reading

He Mends Our Broken Hearts
In: Faith, Grief, Loss
Praying hands of woman with bracelets
by Trisha Hawk

Rays of soft sunlight streamed through the curtain onto the hospital bed. I stepped to the edge of the bed, taking a moment to soak in his face before gently holding his hand. Eighty-nine years is a rich, full life, and each passing day revealed more convincingly it was time for him to go. Grief and relief shared the space in my heart as I carried the weight of understanding each visit held the opportunity to be my last.  When he felt my hand, his eyes opened, and he gifted me a smile. Pop Pop always had a smile for...

Keep Reading

When I Feel Like a Failure, God Reminds Me of His Grace
In: Faith, Motherhood
Child hugs mother in sun flare
by Hali Arbes

I’ve always been a teeth grinder, especially during times of high stress. Striving manifests itself physically through my teeth and jaw. I have even shifted several of my teeth from the grinding, moving my pearly whites to become crooked and a little unsightly. I should’ve known this morning that the night of grinding my teeth before was going to turn into a day of clenching my jaw. The spiritual warfare was intense, the temptations strong. I felt angry and burnt out.  After I finally laid my son down for a nap, I sat on the couch and told God, “I...

Keep Reading

My Father’s Faith
In: Faith, Grief
Man with grown daughter, color photo
by Harmony Vuycankiat

I’ve been thinking a lot about legacy lately.  When my dad passed away in 2011, I lost the most influential person in my life. He was sacrificial in his love for me and others. His heart was devoted to the Lord, and it was evident to all who knew him. His death marked me in a significant way, and I still struggle with grief 11 years later. But his life marked me in an even greater way, and for that, I’m eternally grateful. As I reflect on legacy, I think about the impact that my dad’s faith had (and still...

Keep Reading

He’s the God of Small Things In Motherhood Too
In: Faith, Motherhood
Woman holding infant, black-and-white photo
by Kim Patton

Normally, on a Sunday afternoon during the girls’ naptime, I try to get some work done or lie down to rest. But a few days ago, I instead wrapped a blanket around my waist to keep warm and pulled cutting boards and pots out of the cupboard.  Before I had kids, I wondered what kind of mom I would be. In fact, I was pretty sure I knew. My outgoing and vivacious personality attracted kids to my side for years. Their energy matched mine, and we giggled and chased each other before collapsing on the floor. I pictured myself holding...

Keep Reading

Silence the Lie that Says You’re Too Much
In: Faith, Living
Mother and daughter smiling outside wearing sunglasses
by Jenny Marcelene

As a kindergartner sometimes I tagged along to my mom’s work as a hotel housekeeper. While my mom worked, I played in the recreation room. Her boss checked on me and always had something fun to play with or a story to share.  One day, in a burst of excitement, I shared something special that happened over the weekend with the supervisor. The words bounded from my mouth like a puppy ready to play in the morning.  The boss chuckled, “Whoa, motor mouth! Slow down!” In a split second, my 5-year-old heart crumbled, and the lie that would follow me...

Keep Reading

Let’s Stop the Negative Talk about Marriage
In: Faith, Marriage
Square, wooden arch with floral and fabric in field, color photo
by Jocelyn Hurt

Growing up, I remember hearing many negative phrases used about marriage—on TV, by distant relatives, anywhere, really.  “The old ball and chain.” “All my wife does is nag.” “You’re happy in your marriage? You must still be in the honeymoon phase.” These are just a few examples of the many things I have heard for years that create a negative connotation around marriage. I never really thought much of it until I fell in love and got engaged to the man of my dreams. Can you guess what happened next? “Just wait . . .” I heard entirely too many...

Keep Reading

Dear Momma, I Will Be Your Friend
In: Faith, Friendship, Motherhood
Woman sitting in hammock with baby, color photo
by Kaylyn W.

Dear momma, You got this. Every fiber of your being was uniquely designed to do what you say you can’t. Your uniqueness, talents, drive, warmth, and smiles are all part of God’s perfect plan. Being a mother is no easy task. It requires the Lord, patience, endurance, steadfastness, and a friend. Dear momma, I’ll be your friend. We don’t have to have the same beliefs or ways of doing things to share our burdens with each other. Know that my walk weighs heavily on God, His strength, His peace and His purpose. I will share my heart with you and...

Keep Reading

Friendship

Friendship is Easy With You

Next Post

Dear Daughter, May You Learn the Power of Gentleness

Child

Dear Daughter, May You Learn the Power of Gentleness

You May Also Like

Apples of Gold

Faith, Featured

Apples of Gold

Oops, We Forgot to Have Sex This Summer

Marriage, Motherhood

Oops, We Forgot to Have Sex This Summer

A Stepmom and Her Stepchildren Grow Together

Kids, Marriage, Motherhood

A Stepmom and Her Stepchildren Grow Together

Pregnancy After Loss Told Me to Fear, God Showed Me How to Trust

Baby, Grief, Loss, Motherhood

Pregnancy After Loss Told Me to Fear, God Showed Me How to Trust

6 Things Divorce Taught Me About Marriage

Journal, Relationships

6 Things Divorce Taught Me About Marriage

As a Widow, I’m Letting Go of the Life We Planned

Grief, Loss

As a Widow, I’m Letting Go of the Life We Planned

My Kid Peed on Me (and I Learned Something Important)

Faith, Humor, Journal

My Kid Peed on Me (and I Learned Something Important)

Dear Husband, You Waited For Me

Journal, Motherhood, Relationships

Dear Husband, You Waited For Me