Thursday, May 1, 2008
My husband gauges how well I take care of him by whether or not I make his lunch everyday. Most of the time I get it done the night before, but there have been mornings lately that I wake up at 5:30 to pack his lunch. Nothing special is required: two ham and cheese sandwiches with extra mayo, 2 chocolate puddings, and an apple or something. Leftovers are even better, as long as he liked dinner the night before. When my life started getting busy with Bible study and other stuff, the Lord told me clearly to make sure I still put my husband first. So not making his lunch because I had a meeting the night before wouldn't cut it. Not with God, and not with Rob. It's definitely not glamorous, standing in a semi-dark kitchen at 5:30 in the morning with hair reminiscent of Don King, slapping some mayo on some bread. But that is my ministry to my husband, showing him how important he is to me, using his measuring stick.