I haven’t written a Thankful Thursday post in forever. Not that I’m not thankful. I spent some time this year reading One Thousand Gifts, by Ann Voskamp. If you haven’t yet had the chance to read this, I highly recommend it. That said, I’ve been counting my blessings, and I’m quite aware they’re abundant.
I have a very good friend who is positive all the time. Like..she never grumbles or complains. I wish I could be more like her. I pray I can shift my focus ALL the time to see the good and the blessing instead of difficulty in situations. This book helps you shape that perspective, for sure.
I woke up this morning super grateful and thought I would share what happened yesterday. I know I’ve posted about my husband before, but I’m telling you that I don’t deserve (in my human mind) how good he is to me.
I haven’t felt so great the last few days, and he’s worked a lot. Yesterday was no exception. He worked a 12 hour day, and came home. Boy was I ready to lounge in my pajamas while he interacted with the boys and put them to bed. I had fed the boys something not even on this week’s menu hours before he walked in the door and I knew he wouldn’t want the sauteed veggies and lentils like we’d had. I offered him leftovers from the night before. What an awesome wife, right?
Before he’d been home even five minutes – not even long enough to heat leftovers – Drew fell and hit his head. The blood was profuse and we knew instantly he’d need to have some type of urgent care to close the wound. We stopped the bleeding by dropping some Lavender essential oil directly into the wound. (My husband said, “I can’t believe how fast that worked! That’s amazing!”) Then we were able to assess the situation, and decided it did for sure need some stitching. I cleaned Drew up while Dax ate some dinner as quickly as he could swallow it down. Then he drove Drew to the urgent care clinic where they were there for about two hours.
Thankful Drew was all bandaged up, and that they were home safe and sound, I climbed in bed. Dax stayed up and tended to Lincoln, who was fussy (and had been all day. No wonder I was tired.) I drifted off to sleep marveling at how amazing it was that Dax never once complained, and I woke up thinking the same thing.
When I can’t, he can.
When I don’t, he does.
When I’m too tired, he finds energy to do the things that must be done.
I don’t deserve him, but he’s mine.