Needed

This gift...
This wonderful gift of a man God has given me. A clear reflection of Christ in my life...my protector, my provider. My Beloved.

Every day, he rises and works hard to provide for our family. A servant's heart has he.

And he needs me...

Out of this trial, this injury to his strong body, God has given me an opportunity to serve my husband like never before. To truly be his helpmeet...

I am not accustomed to waking at 3:30 am, but my man needs me. He wakes in pain, unable to bend his knee. He needs me...just to get dressed. He needs me...to kneel before him, to put on his socks and shoes. A man on crutches cannot carry his coffee mug or breakfast to the table. He needs me...

I know that asking for help doesn't come easy for him. Me too...
I try to anticipate his needs, so he doesn't have to ask, yet I let him do what he is able to do. It is humbling for both of us.

To the depths of my soul, I know that this is what I was created for.

Thank you, Lord. Thank you for giving me this man...and this opportunity to serve my husband like never before. What a blessing.

Hurt

Yesterday, my sweet husband got hurt. In the 16 years we've been together, I think this is the first injury he has ever had. My poor guy...
How?
Good question :)
Was he climbing a ladder? Fixing a fence? Moving furniture?
No...
He was playing Frisbee with our son and friends at the park. A beautiful Sunday afternoon ended with a *pop!* and a trip to urgent care.

I had stayed home from church and the park because our younger son was feeling sick. So, I wasn't there. I wasn't there to see my beloved laying on the field hurting. I wasn't there to see friends carry him off that field. I wasn't there to see our friend drive his van into the field to transport him. I wasn't there...but I thank God the others were. Thank you.

I was home with my boy when I got a text telling me "I'm praying for Charlie". What? She must mean Nathan. Afterall, he's the reason we stayed home today. Jokingly, I replied, "what's wrong with him?" Ha ha. Then I found out she wasn't at the park either. She and her husband were asked to pray for my Charlie. And I didn't know...Thank you, Lord, that others were praying for my Love even before I knew he was hurt. Thank you...

I will never understand why no one called to tell me my husband had been hurt. Strange, if you ask me.
And it hurts me too...

Instead, I will pray blessings on those that surrounded our family to help and to pray. I will choose to be thankful and glad, instead of angry and bitter. I will praise God that my husband has only a minor injury to accompany his physical pain. I will...

Heal me, O Lord , and I shall be healed; save me, and I shall be saved, for you are my praise.
~ Jeremiah 17:14