This past week you probably noticed I had a terrible time with my stomach. I mean it was really horrible for me. It had been so long since I had my stomach hurt that much to the point I did not even want to leave the bed. I tried everything and even then I tried to think at what was making me feel and hurt this way.
I remember that evening texting my husband who I knew was at work and did not have his phone with him that I was feeling worst than I did that morning. He was worried.
This is where the moment of grace comes through….
When he arrived home he found me trying to fix dinner for us. I was determined to make him dinner, even if I could not really take a bite without wanting to cringe in pain. After about an hour of me laying down on the “couch” (it was a cot that is his friends’ when he comes over and stays) and then trying to apologize for the problem I was being.
My husband made me follow him in the bedroom and he forced me to finally go back to bed. He had to go back into work I believe (I cannot remember all the details). After a while I finally went to sleep.
While I was sleeping though he had come back and it was not until later I learned all he did while I was sleeping that made me realize how much God had grace me with such a husband.
My husband was checking on me every so often, texting his dad on details of how I was doing. He had noticed I started having a temperature (could not be confirmed because no thermometer) and when I would wake (sort of) he would tell me to go back to sleep. But, the little thing he did that most would laugh and say ‘so what’ was while I was asleep he cleaned the kitchen and did the dishes for me.
My husband works a lot, his job is very stressful and so I have been trying my best to not bug him with anything because of how much stress his works can be. Yet, in all that stress he took care of me, and told me later this week that he would do it again and again because I was his wife and best friend.
Oh how God has graced me with such a man! His utmost love for me is shown by not how he would shower me with gifts, but the small act of taking care of his wife when she was unwilling to listen to her body because she felt she would be a burden if she did not do the housework and then if she would get sick which would make his stress-life worst. Instead, he made me pull down the wall and let him care for me.
I cannot thank God enough for bringing my husband into my life, there may be days where my husband and I would not be all lovey-dovey because of our differences in thinking (especially with mornings ;D) but this week is a reminder that marriage is not just the bedroom (which…ahem I will not go into detail ;D) and not just one with someone’s last name, but the willingness to support one another completely.