The wonderful writer Max Lucado tells about a time his wife Denalyn called as he was driving home. “Can you stop at the grocery store,” she asked, “and pick up some bread?”

“Of course,” he said.

“Do I need to tell you where to find it?” she asked.

“Are you kidding?” Max asked. “I was born with a bread-aisle tracking system.”

Like a knowing wife, Denalyn said, “Just stay focused, Max.”

“She was nervous,” says Lucado. “Rightly so. I am the Exxon Valdez of grocery shopping. My mom once sent me to buy butter and milk; I bought buttermilk. I mistook a tube of hair cream for toothpaste . . . I am a charter member of the Clueless Husband Shopping Squad. I can relate to the fellow who came home from the grocery store with one carton of eggs, two sacks of flour, three boxes of cake mix, four s…