I have a very laid back husband. Steve is probably one if the nicest, most patient men I know. That’s really something to be able to say that after twenty years.
The past two days, he has had rough days at work. For those of you who don’t know, we own a flooring store called Hawk’s Hometown Flooring. It’s basically just the two of us and Steve does most all the installation himself. Well anyway, day before yesterday there was a plumbing mishap that turned, what was supposed to have been about an hour wrap up, to an all day job. Plus he hit his head about a million times, on cabinets or whatever. Yesterday things didn’t go as he hoped. Plus, he’s working his butt off on our house.
When he got home yesterday, he was a hornet! That’s Southern slang for ‘he was a dang grouch’! It didn’t help matters that, the first thing he asked me was, “Did you email that guy his estimate?” The blank look on my face said it all. His response? “What the heck did you do all day?! Facebook?! The dog?! Where am I going to eat lunch?! Catch up on your tv shows?!” How the heck did he know? Does he have a hidden camera?!
This patient man of mine suddenly tossed his patience out the window, so to speak, and it smacked me right upside the head! Needless to say I was a little ticked.
I left immediately, to go back to the store and email the estimate. I wanted so badly to be mad and rip Steve a new one, but God softened my heart, which for me was bittersweet. I mean, when I screw up, my flesh really wants to blame someone else and make them feel bad. Please tell me I’m not the only one!
God brought to mind all the ways Steve is good to me. For instance, when I’m in a play, he doesn’t miss a performance. If I sing or speak, he’s always there and he’s my biggest fan. He reads every blog I write. He provides for us. He encourages me to use my gifts. He loves me and all my quirks. He is entitled to have a bad day.
He apologized for being a rump, but there was really no need. I had already forgiven him. And I apologized for forgetting one little thing he had asked me to do. Hopefully, he had already forgiven me as well.
I’m so thankful that because of the love of Christ, Steve and I are able to love each other the way we’re supposed to. I’m thankful that God takes our hard hearts and softens them. I’m thankful that, because of Christ, the young people with so much baggage, who statistically weren’t supposed to make it, are still together twenty years later. Today, I’m thankful for love.
Most important of all, continue to show deep love for each other, for love covers a multitude of sins. 1 Peter 4:8