My husband’s recovery went slower than my moms. After spending time in the mornings with my mom, I went home to him and the pain.
I felt so useless, worried, and my faith lagged one morning. “How are we going to make it through.” Never mind that I had seen miracles with my mom whose stubborn faith galvanized her through recovery.
I felt like the disciple on the fishing boat in the storm; the waves crashing into my life.
I decided to follow my mother’s example. I spent one morning in prayer and kept telling myself my husband would come through this trial too. It was just going to take time and patience.
I got my answer one morning when I came home from my mom’s house. My husband bustled about picking up papers off the table. “You need to rest,” I told him. “Please don’t try to do too much.”
He kept working. “This is not a lot. I will go lay down in a minute.”
In that instant, he made feel so loved. Even as he works through his pain, he seeks ways to show me he loves me.
Today, he straightened up our dining room table and helped fold towels. He even joked with me. I could see humor twinkle in his eyes.
When I entered this trial, I felt like I was going to have my hands full trying to go back and forth between my mom and my husband, taking care of their needs.
What I found though is a husband’s whose first thoughts even in the midst of his own great pain and stormy trials centered on my happiness and comfort symbolized through a spotless, clean dining room table.
My God delivers by using those I seek to help to show me true love in midst of one of the most difficult storms in my life.
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