Wife Wednesday

Have I ever mentioned how much I just love my sweet husband? Because I tell him about 47 times a day, and it’s usually accompanied by an “EEEEK you’re so cute” or a nose pinch (and he smiles each and every time…). I deem today Wife Wednesday because, when that farmer took this wife, life got a whole lot brighter.

This time in our lives is so unique because we not only get to work together, but we are working in the same ministry together. I get to see the labor of my man–both the physical labor and the spiritual labor. His job is hard–it’s not what he ever thought he’d be doing in this stage of life, but he does it joyfully. However, when he comes home, he is mighty happy to take off his worker’s boots and recline on the sofa for a bit, catching up on repeat Big Bang Theory episodes and snacking on pretzels.

Last night was a little different. Our church is partnering with another local homeless ministry that provides shelter and support for families in the area, and we’ve been spending this week with four needy families–making meals for them, sharing fellowship, playing with their kids, and just ministering to them in any way possible. What a cool experience. We have LOVED getting to know these families and sharing life with them…for those in our church who don’t work with the homeless population on a day-to-day basis, it’s been eye-opening to realize that these families are just like ours–and we’re all just one paycheck away from falling into the repetitive and terrifying cycle of homelessness. But I’ll get off my soapbox…..

I realized I hadn’t seen Morgan in a while at about 7:30 last night, so I went searching around the church looking for him. First thought: he got lost in this confusing building. (I realize I treat my husband like a child. I’m working on it.) After a bit of searching, I wandered outside to find my six-foot-tall farmer boy with his dirty work jeans rolled up, boots thrown in the grass, sitting Indian-style in a sandbox surrounded by a couple of kindergarten-aged girls.

As they were attempting to bury Morgan with the three gallons of sand in the box, I just sat back and smiled. It reminded me that the Lord will use us however he wants to. Growing up on a huge farm never prepared Morgan for homeless ministry, nor did it warrant any desire to work in a place like this; it seems like, lately, we’re surrounded by opportunities to minister to the homeless. And he’s still here, joyfully loving those who are often hard to love…and he is content to be serving Jesus in the place that Jesus wants him right now. I love that man because he reminds me that my life is so not about me.

So, I talked fashion with a middle school girl and Morgan compared the smell of his feet to that of an eight-year-old (wish that I was making that up…), and my heart felt a deep sense of peace. Some days, I wonder what God is doing with us right now. But then some days are like last night, and I’m certain that He’s showing us Himself constantly through this ministry.

“For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me.”

Matthew 25:35


One thought on “Wife Wednesday

  1. Dad says:

    Nailed it!

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