Let me first say that my husband, Chris, exhibits wonderful self-control and grace in our marriage now when we have disagreements. But in the early, more tumultuous years of our marriage, Chris and I fought. We didn’t fight all the time, but we had our share of bouts. We often found ourselves in a conflict that went from the issue to a personal level. And it wouldn’t take long before it was spiraling out of control. Some of you may relate. One of things that Chris would do relatively often when it got to that point was throw up his hands, pick up his keys and leave. He fully realized that this was a method of both escaping the circumstance and exercising a power play over me every time. What he didn’t realize is that each time he did that, the Enemy exploited my greatest fear as a woman. My security. The helplessness I felt was beyond description. I had no idea if he was ever coming back. And this intensified when our first child was in the scenario. We get frustrated. It’s natural. It’s expected. A man and a woman living together in the same house for years? Don’t kid yourself and think that there won’t be disagreements from time to time. However, how we handle our frustration is up to us. After several years and numerous buckets of tears, Chris finally realized the impact his leaving had on my already frail, insecure heart. The following rule of engagement for the Bealls emerged: If you need to take a break, don’t take the keys. If you need to step away from a situation, fine. Go to another room or outside in the yard. But, for the heart that is beating inside your spouse’s chest, please do not drive off. It takes a long time to repair that rip.