It’s a Gift

Everyday I pick up the towel he leaves on the end of the bed & throw it on a hook in the bathroom, put his hair trimmers back in the bathroom drawer that was 3in from where he placed it, close literally every. dresser. drawer, and pick up at least two pairs of his socks and shoes somewhere in the house. Almost robotic like.

As a younger wife (especially in the baby & toddler stages) this often made me irritated, ok mad is actually the word. “Don’t I have enough to clean up daily after the kids and all the thing” years ago I actually felt bitterness about it.

But as I’ve gotten older, and much wiser…..these little things represent his presence in our home. What if they weren’t there each day? What else would be missing from our lives? His laugh, his comfort, his guidance, and the way he protects us. How many women and children are living that harsh sadness out that I don’t even think about?

The scattered trail of his daily routine means I have a husband who keeps coming home. I’m not doing life on my own. We aren’t doing live on our own.

And that is an amazing reason for gratitude, not irritation if you’re in that mode sister, take a breath, this is a common attitude trap for us. And You’re most likely just tired. But Remember-It’s not “your burden” it’s your gift.

None of this to say we can’t do better with helping around the house, but it is to say don’t let life pass you by and Saturdays be ruined over a pair of dirty socks.