Since moving out of our little bungalow at the beginning of June, we’ve been staying with my parents in their big white farm house in rural North Carolina.
We’ve got the upstairs all to ourselves, and lately, when I wake up in the mornings, Simon is nowhere to be found. He runs or cycles just about every day of the week, so I always assume that’s where he is…except, the past few days, I’ve found this in my big sister’s old room…
I confess, there are times when I roll my eyes at the messes left for me to clean up – and I think he’d say the same thing about me – but how can I be angry at the mess left by a man seeking desperately for the answers to all our questions? The result of a tireless quest to lead his wife somewhere, instead of stumbling along beside her, clueless.
Talk about leading by example.
Seeing the evidence of my husband’s dedication to our sweet, sweet Lord negates any need for reprimanding words about my need to spend more time in prayer, in study.
I am inspired.