Today the Lord put me in my place.
As they read the "charge" to the deacons; their job description, I was amazed. It was as if they were listing off all the wonderful reasons why I love my darling man. (do they read my blog, too?) I looked at him in front of our church, dapper and well-dressed, and thought...this is why he is here. The Lord knows his talents, his abilities, and this is the way he can share them with others.
I had another secret thought...I already knew...in the way you know your best friend...that this list of qualities and instructions is true about my dear Hubs. Others may know him as kind, generous or thoughtful, but I know. How selfish I had been to not fully support the essence of the man that I love. Although, it will still be difficult to "share" my man with others, his service will be a testament to all of us, especially our kids, to the ways the Lord calls us to his kingdom work.
A friend asked me today if it was emotional to see the Hubs up there, kneeling down, getting the hands of other council members kindly placed on his shoulders, praying for his work to come. I had said no, because my first reaction to the word emotional brings to mind pictures of tears. In that way, I wasn't. But in another way, it was. I felt strong emotions of love and caring for my dear Hubs. In fact, the sadness and dread I had previously felt about his inevitable busyness and absence because of his deacon work left me. I was proud. Not a bragging, boastful pride, but a gentle glowing pride that my husband was chosen, chosen by God to participate in the life of our church in this way.
So, Congratulations, dear Hubs. Go get 'em.
And we will be here...praying you all the way.