Steve and I like to play this game called WWID, ( what would I do). He’ll be telling me a story about someone being brave in a dangerous situation, or being courageous in the midst of an illness, and I’ll ask him, “WWID”? And he’ll make up a story about how I would react in the same situation. Which, I might add, is usually grossly exaggerated!
For instance, he told me a story about going deep sea fishing with a group of guys. One of the guys was sick from the time they left the shore until they got back to the shore. Steve said he never said a word, because he didn’t want to ruin the trip for anyone else. So of course I asked “WWID?”. He said that I would dramatically run and throw up over the side of the boat. Then I would dramatically run to the other side and throw up, just in case everyone didn’t see. Then he said I would pitch a fit until they took me back to shore. He acted it out though, talking like he thought I would talk and everything! It was hilarious! Extremely exaggerated, but hilarious nonetheless.
I married a person who’s spiritual gift is NOT compassion. So I have to be really whiney for him to acknowledge that there’s really something wrong with me. My eyes could be swollen shut from crying all day and Steve would come in, hug me and say, “I’m glad you’re better now.” That’s nowhere near enough attention!! I could be gasping for air and he’d say “suck it up! Breathing’s overrated!” I could be in my deathbed, and Steve wouldn’t notice without a dramatic display. TSK TSK TSK!!
I’m so glad that God knows our needs, even without having to dramatically display them. I’m so glad that we don’t have to vie for His attention. He knows exactly what we need, when we need it. We don’t ever have to worry about him not noticing our hurts. We can always count on Him to comfort us. Now if I can just get Steve to notice things without having to use flashing signs, dramatic acting skills, and neon bandages!
You God, have kept track of my every toss and turn through the sleepless nights. Each tear entered in your ledger, each ache written in your book. Psalm 56:8