My wife has a quality that I’m pretty sure I don’t have. My wife loves for our lives to be as tidy as they can be. She LOVES when the house is clean. I’m not as adamant about the house being kept. Yes, it is nice to come home to a clean house, but I’m just as happy when it is a little messy. Life is messy, isn’t it? If it wasn’t for her, our house would be a wreck.
We don’t have kids right now, so we manage to keep the house and cars pretty clean, but every now and then, she will leave some things out. She is human, after all.
I found the evidence when I got out of the car at work one morning last week. I opened the door to the back seat of our SUV to grab my backpack like I do every day. Scattered on the floorboard were two pairs of shoes that she wears regularly. I smiled.
We had recently taken a road trip to see some extended family. Brooke packed all of our clothes while I was at work that day. When we got back, she unpacked everything except those two pairs of shoes.
I’m thankful that God allowed me to smile that morning. I could have easily gotten mad that she didn’t take her shoes out, or that she keeps the car just as dirty as I do (she actually keeps it spotless), but I didn’t. My wife acted selflessly to take care of us both as we traveled that weekend and God chose to rouse in me the joy that I have as a result of my relationship with my wife.
Two are better than one because they have a good reward for their efforts. For if either falls, his companion can lift him up; but pity the one who falls without another to lift him up. Also, if two lie down together, they can keep warm; but how can one person alone keep warm? – Ecclesiastes 4:9-11
I stood there smiling at those shoes like a goofball for at least a minute. “They are just a couple pairs of shoes,” I thought, “why am I smiling so much?”
The shoes were evidence—evidence of the things that my wife does for me on a daily basis to serve me and to show her love to me. Yes, they were HER shoes, but along with that she packed all of the necessities that we would need for a weekend road trip. It was no small task.
My wife is organized. Me? Not so much… It’s something that I need to work on, and I am very grateful to have a woman in my life that is extremely patient and helps me stay organized. I believe that her unwavering determination to take care of the things that God has blessed us with is something that makes our relationship better and it honors God.
I strive to serve my wife, and at the risk of sounding conceited, I’ll spare you the things I do for her. If you want to know, ask her. In my efforts to serve her, I often feel that I could never do enough for her to express even a hint of the gratitude that I have for her in my heart. She deserves much more than I could ever begin to muster up. She does so much more than just pick up after me: she encourages me on a daily basis, she chooses to apologize when I’m the one that’s wrong, she builds me up in ways that no other person has ever built me up, she chooses to champion her husband.
Sometimes our lives get messy—really messy. Luckily, God has blessed me with someone to help wade through the muck and mire. Take time to rejoice in the relationships you have with people—real people—and the lasting impacts those relationships have on your life. Sometimes it takes noticing the small things to make you realize all that God has given you.
I’m glad I had those scattered shoes to pick up to remind me of how blessed I am.