As the apple among the trees of the wood, so is my Beloved among the sons. I sat down under His shadow with great delight, and His fruit was sweet to my taste.
Song of Solomon 2:3
Maybe you can’t tell from reading my blog, but I think most people who know me in real life would agree: I am not a wordy person.
I’m not painfully shy or reluctant to enter conversation. I’m just used to sharing the airwaves with more than the average number of family members, so I really don’t talk a lot.
I like to think that I’m a better listener than a talker, but I’m afraid my short-term memory (or more accurately, my lack thereof) may affect my ability as a listener too. Does it really count as listening if it’s going in one ear and out the other? What matters: how much you retain, or how much you care? Obviously, I hope and believe it’s the latter, but try convincing someone who actually has a short-term memory.
On the upside, my friends can confide in me without worrying that I’ll blab their secrets about, because we all know that amnesia will strike within 2 hours. I’m like Dory on Finding Nemo.
But…ummm…what were we talking about?
Talking.
I’m afraid I don’t praise my husband aloud nearly enough. I’m afraid that he doesn’t even suspect what a wonderful guy he is, because making moon eyes and buying him pork rinds (which he claims he actually doesn’t like, even though he used to eat them a lot) just don’t communicate my respect and admiration fully. I guess this is where words can speak louder than actions.
I need to start telling him how much I respect him for, well, his memory.
His ability to think outside the box.
His critical thinking: thanks to him, I can no longer listen to rock music, blissfully oblivious of the lyrics.
His determination when he faces a daunting project; he pushes himself to the limit, knowing that if God puts a task before him then he *is* capable of doing it.
His willingness to teach me, an insufferable know-it-all desparately in need of his instruction.
He complements me perfectly (and compliments me very nicely, I might add).
I am so thankful for him every day, and I fail so often to tell him!
Lord, thank you for my husband. Thank you for creating me to be a
helper to a man who loves you and selflessly serves those in his care.
Help me to build him up daily!
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