You never entered through the front door of my grandparents' house. We always went through the side door which led to the heart of the house- the kitchen. Their house had an open concept before HGTV made it cool. If you walked in today, one of the first things you might notice would be the lack of a dishwasher. Oh, the horror, right? The thoughts of Granny's fried chicken, biscuits and gravy, and chocolate cake (I'll nail that recipe one day) still make my mouth water. I can only imagine the mess that all of those wonderful treats would leave behind. Countless times when we arrived, after we ate, or at some point during a visit, Pop would pull the stool up to the sink and wash dishes. If Granny ever made her way in there to do dishes, it wasn't long until Pop would take over. Soon after, you'd hear her say, "I don't need a dishwasher, I married one."
Looking back, I remember Pop's little acts of love like that. He was that way with everyone, but especially with Granny. I can only imagine, but I'm sure The Good Lord knows there were days where much patience was needed with my fireball granny. She would cook, and he would clean. She would sweep, and he would mop; but, if I remember, he would take over the sweeping, too. Until, of course, they got the electric sweeper. Then, Leeah and I kindly took over- until the battery died. Granny and Pop had a fairly long driveway, and you could bet if it rained, he would be at the end of it waiting to pick us up when we got off the bus. Wet pants were not an option. You would catch a cold, and he wouldn't have that. When I would leave my lunch at school, Pop was to the rescue. If I was sick and needed to go home, all it took was a phone call to Pop. When I fell asleep waiting for Mom to come pick us up, you'd better bet I'd wake up with a blanket. Pop couldn't have his girls getting cold. Little did I know how much those precious acts meant, nor did I know what they were setting me up for. The Lord really did a work in my life when it came to relationships and waiting on a husband. He gave me high standards and expectations, and I was just sure they'd never be met. Oh, me of little faith. God sure showed up, and He showed out. God placed many people in my life that set examples as wives, husbands, mothers, and fathers. I'm realizing now how much my pop stood out. This morning, around 4:00, I woke up and felt like I had swallowed glass. My throat was on fire. I sat up in bed and not long after yellow car boy awoke. His first reaction was to make sure I was ok. (I'll admit it, I'm a terrible sick person. Like, I turn into a baby.) I told him what was wrong. Without hesitation, at 4:00 AM, he gets out of bed. He asks if I want salt water, honey, or a cough drop. And off he goes to get it. I was wide awake and in a good bit of pain, so he stayed up with me. He finally starts to doze off, and I ask if I can turn the lamp on, so I can read. Does he get annoyed? Of course not. He went back to sleep, and I stayed awake. All I could think about was what just happened and how utterly amazing yellow car boy is. I thought about Granny's famous words about marrying a dishwasher. I never knew what all I needed or wanted in a husband, but God sure did. Eph 5:23- For the husband is the head of the wife, even as Christ is the head of the church: and he is the saviour of the body. Eph 5:25- Husbands love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave Himself for it; Not a day goes by that I have to question if that's how yellow car boy loves me. Every day, in so many ways, he assures me of that. I really dislike having dishes in the sink. Yellow car boy has learned that, and he goes out of his way to help me keep them out of the sink. When I'm cooking, he's right there with me cleaning up what he can because he knows I hate clutter. When I say I'm cold, he's finding a solution. Without asking, my car gets cranked almost every winter morning (I define winter as sixty degrees). It's not because I nag him. It's not because he has to. It's because Jesus is just super awesome. I'm so thankful for a God that cares so much about us that He gives us other people to walk with on this earth. I'm very, very thankful my husband is yellow car boy, and that God saw fit for me to be his wife.
1 Comment
Linda george
12/13/2015 05:03:36 pm
That was a true and sweet letter. Thanks so much for sharing
Reply
Leave a Reply. |
Author
Saved by God's amazing grace and living this divinely put together puzzle of a beautiful life He so graciously blessed. Archives
March 2020
Categories
|