Last week I sunk into a horrible GI bug. I was disgustingly nauseous, weak, and mentally absent. Poor Matt. What was even harder was that we weren't sure if this was even a bug, due to the fact that I just hit my sixth week of the pregnancy. We just knew that I was miserable and we weren't sure why.
Thursday, my friend Joli came over for a bit to clean and fold laundry for me. It was much needed and things were a wreck. Then Matt came home later, put my green flowered apron on and stormed the house. Every so often, I would glance up from my nauseated stupor and gasp at his progress. He can do so much in a short time! And you know what, he could have been so grumpy about it. I would have been, at least on the inside. The whole time though, he took care of me with all the tenderness of newlywed. Did I mention this went on for days? I was sick from Tuesday 'til Saturday and somehow, I'm caught up on laundry (which never happens), better organized, and things are generally cleaner than before I was sick. I'm in awe and thankful for God's goodness to me when I was so miserable and down. Thanks Joli, and most of all, thank you Honey.
I Cor. 13:4-7
4Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.