My wife is leaving town in a couple days to fellowship with the women of Guilford Baptist Church. Given her demanding schedule as a wife and mom, I love it when she has opportunity for a little time to herself and with other women.
But, if I’m honest, there’s a little niggling apprehension somewhere near the pit of my stomach. You see, my wife makes the family go. We don’t work without her, and we don’t want it any other way. Besides, there’s things she knows that no one else knows. Somehow the entire family’s medical history for like 13 generations is completely memorized and sorted alpha by last name and according to blood type! She knows how to soothe each member of the family with a word or a touch that wouldn’t work on any other member of the family. And the list goes on.
I got to thinking about all of this when a saint at church sent me the following anecdote:
One day my mother was out, and my dad was in charge of me. I was maybe 2 1/2 years old. Someone had given me a little ‘tea set’ as a gift, and it was one of my favorite toys. Daddy was in the living room engrossed in the evening news when I brought him a little cup of ‘tea’, which was just water. After several cups of tea and lots of praise for such yummy tea, my mom came home. My dad made her wait in the living room to watch me bring him a cup of tea, because it was ‘just the cutest thing!’ Mum waited, and sure enough, here I came down the hall with a cup of tea for Daddy; and she watched him drink it up. Then she said, (as only a mother would know), “‘Did it ever occur to you that there’s only one place where she can reach to get water?”
Doh! I’m praying that kinda thing isn’t in my future!
