An Ode to the Husband and the Lord who made him

My husband is the best!  I on the other hand am quite emotional (not always a bad thing), and am nearing the end of this pregnancy.  Last night it was time for the little ones to go to bed…no, it was REALLY time for them to go to bed.  So, promptly after dinner we put them to bed.  Usually my boys are great helpers when it comes to clearing the table and helping with the clean-up.  After we put them to bed I walked back into the kitchen to see dinner still on the table, a floor to be swept, napkins to be washed, and dishes in the sink.  No helpers…suddenly I didn’t know where to begin.  Could it even be accomplished; this daunting task? 

Enter my man.  He quickly surveyed the situation and the state of his wife, and took charge.  “You load and I’ll rinse.”  In minutes the table was cleared and dishwasher loaded.  He didn’t know it, but as I brought him dishes I silently cried.  What a sweetheart.  Even more than that, I could tangibly see God’s care for me.  He knew how tired I was, and kindly prompted my husband to help me.  It was not necessary.  I didn’t deserve His grace to me, but that’s how God is.  So, last night I felt not only my husband’s love and care for me but the Lord’s.  Totally humbled. 

***Disclaimer: Please do not take this to mean that my husband does not normally help out.   It was just an especially needy moment I was having, that I wasn’t going to bother him with.