I found this interesting and I thought I should share it for couples to read and those who would eventually get married…. *”Honey, Can You Wake Me Up If I Die?”* This was the question my husband asked me like a joke on our first date, after I had said “yes” to him. I quickly dismissed it with a proclamation of “God forbid!!” and he quickly glossed over it with sweet words as he noticed a slight change in my countenance and we forgot about it. George is the kind of man that every woman would dream to marry because there is no dull moment with him. He is very jovial, friendly, tall, handsome, caring, kind, but not so wealthy and yet comfortably well to do and above all a serious prayerful Christian. God showed him to me in my 200level and I waited for him till 5years later when he had finished his NYSC and start to work with a firm. George and I used to go for ministration together almost every weekend as he would always have invitations to preach in different programs. It wasn’t a problem to me because I knew him as an Evangelist when God told me things about my husband back then in school. I was ready for the ministry work though I thought it would be a full-time one. My George was amongst those that would rather give honorarium after preaching than taking honorarium from those who invited him to preach (Paul the Apostle was his role model). In the 7th year of our marriage, hell was let loose and all of a sudden he lost his job as a result of economic challenges in his firm. This resulted to them letting go of some of their staff of which he was among those that were affected. I was just a fashion designer and so we all relied on my income, but of course it was a difficcult time for my husband, especially as he was still applying for vacancies in other organisations. After 7 months, he got another job, but unlike the former, he had little or no time again for his devotional study and ministry. I tried advising him to quit the job but he promised to do that as soon as the one he is expecting clicks. So we all hoped that it was just a “part time job” as he calls it. The job was so demanding that my husband even worked on Saturdays which he never joked with before, because he used to spend almost 80% of the day to seek God’s face. It got me worried but when I talked about it, he said it was a part time job. Truth be told, gradually I began to notice that “My G” as I fondly call him had started growing cold spiritually and then I Kew I had a serious war to fight. So, I began to pray and fast as much as my strength could carry me. As time went by, my husband started withdrawing from home to the point that even the kids noticed it. I started crying to my Lord, as even the Saturday work which used to be half day became late as 10:30pm. On our matrimonial bed, we slept as though we were mere room mates. Then I knew my home was on fire and intensified in my prayers. One day, he came home so early and by the time I returned, he was already socked in tears. When he noticed my presence, he quickly held my legs with his face down and pleaded for Mercy. Tears dropped down my eyes but I never knew why he was crying so I helped him up as he started releasing the atomic bombs. George had broken our marital vow. It all started at a staff meeting and then grew to dating which his boss claimed to be casual friendship and mere dates. On one particular Saturday morning, she came to the office and pleaded with him to help her fix up something in her apartment as she wanted to collect some thing she has forgoten. She claimed she didn’t want to bother him after work or spend money on such a little task and so they went together. She was his boss by the way? Hmmmm, after fixing the appliance, of course it was done in few minutes and then from compliment of the house to the compliment of the hair and body and then the unimaginable happened. *They went to bed together!* It was a horror story to me as I shouted, screamed, cried and I opened my eyes to look at him again and be sure it was not my imagination. *I saw a spiritual giant that has been crushed.* A man of God that was lifelessly dead in the Spirit. _Just then, the great 10 years old question was recalled to my memory_ *”Honey, can you wake me up if I die?”* Based on recalled understanding, I muttered “yes to myself” as a reply. We cried together for hours and continued later in the mid night because we had to cover up things from the kids. By the help of God, we started building again and God began to heal us together till I was able to wake him up from the “spiritual death”. Marriage is a very sweet relationship when you are married to your friend or the right person meant for you. But there is a great question which couples need to ask themselves. That is, *”Honey, can you wake me up if I Die?*” You may meet me very successful in business, but a day may come that the business die, can you wake me up? *I may be on fire as a sister now, but after having 3 children with so many responsibilities I may be growing cold spiritually, can you wake me up?* It may not be as a result of infidelity, *it may be an unguarded hour, it may be family matters, whichever it is that left me dead, can you wake me up*? Think about it!! We are meant for each other, *so let’s fight for each other together.* As the Lord helps us, we can rise together again!