Tears

Jim cried yesterday for himself. It was only for a few minutes, but it was very sad. Wow, has God blessed Jim. And me, too. For 9 months this husband of mine has been in pain. In the past 3 months, he's been in the hospital 5 times for over 50 days. He must have had over 200 needles, IV, blood test, etc. pricks. He can't read for many reasons. He watches little TV, for many reasons. He is saddened that he can't cook for his men's breakfast this year like he wanted. He misses his men's group on Sunday and Wednesdays. He hasn't been able to get to church. He misses talking to the guys. He's been nauseous every day for months. His hair is gone. His strength is gone. He hasn't been to work for months, and disability ends soon. He wonders if his employer will even want him back, or at the very least will he still be valuable to them. And this was his first tear of self pity? Wow. What an example to me, gulp. It's not because he doesn't allow himself to feel his feelings. He just chooses which ones are good for him and which ones aren't. How caring of God to take the discipline he developed in Jim's character early in the year on a whole different issue, and enable Jim to make mature choices on other pressing things in his life.

And yet in a weak moment, Jim hurt. And in true Jim style, one of the things that made him the saddest was that he wasn't strong enough to do things for me or with me.

My husband humbles me.
Gloria

PS Don't worry Jumbo-baby, you'll have ample opportunity when you're well. I'm making a longggggggg list. ;) When this is over, you'll owe me big. BIG!!!