Love…a work in progress

A few weeks ago, I sat in my car along with Daughter-in-law. We were on the side of the road…in front of her banged up car…waiting on a tow truck. [Here’s the link to THAT STORY if you missed it.]

In the middle of a barrage of texts and phone calls to/from family, the insurance company, and sympathetic friends, she suddenly said, “Why is [Husband] always gone when these things happen?!”

Do you know that feeling?

It’s the realization that whatever can go wrong GOES wrong when your spouse is out-of-town, in a meeting, or on the golf course. OR, as in mine and Daughter-in-law’s case, when he’s coaching a game, scouting a game, or at a coach’s clinic.

Since it’s the week of Valentine’s Day and all, let me say right here that I’m grateful for my husband. He’s a hard worker. He loves what he does, but the job does come with long hours, lots of travel, and much time away from home.

This *gratefulness* of mine has been a process, believe me.

It’s not always been easy to appreciate him when feeling deserted at the most inconvenient times. Like when the washing machine goes out, the toilet won’t flush, and the kids get sick – every, last one of them!

What I do know is there are those reading this who’d give almost anything to have these frustrations.

Like the woman who will spend this Valentine’s Day grieving the loss of her husband {and the father of her children}. Or the single woman who’s prayed long for God to send her the right man, but another Day of Love is passing her by, again.

What I also know is there are times my husband is {no doubt} unappreciative towards me, too. Since it’s my blog, I think I’ll refrain from sharing the reasons why.

As we sat by the road, in between the barrage of texts and phone calls, Son texted back to Daughter-in-law, “By-the-way, I’m glad you’re okay.” Perhaps he was not so appreciative when he first heard the words, “I had a wreck!”

Love – Love – Love

We fall in love and make promises. We promise to be the best in living out that love. Some of us are fortunate enough to marry someone who’s always on top of their game {and I don’t mean golf}.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 1 Corinthians 13.4

Most of us will have at least one or two moments when we want to take a golf club and…well, as you can see, I’m not always on top of my game.

It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 1 Corinthians 13.5

Love is a work-in-progress. We are imperfect people endeavoring to be in love long after the wedding decor is down and stored away.

This does not happen without trial and error.

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. 1 Corinthians 13.6-7

This is where the love grows. In the difficult and messy. Love.a work-in-progress after the wedding decor has been put away...On a recent weekend, Daughter-in-law was worn out from caring for Grandson #2, who was very sick with a high fever from RSV. I took dinner over and held the baby so she and her mom could eat a bowl of chicken and noodles.

Then I suggested Grandson #1 come spend the night with Gigi so Mommy and Grammy could take care of the baby. As we gathered up his things to go to my house, Daughter-in-law said, “I will be SO glad when [Husband] gets home!”

Love – Love – Love

Yes, he was at a working event for coaches. And, though she does understand the demands of the job, she was ready for him to come home and take care of them all.

This is where the love grows. It’s in the difficult and messy. It’s in the I’m sorry and I’m tired and I need you to come home moments that we see what love is made of.

On this Valentine’s Day, we say to our men, “We are grateful for what you do. We understand the job. And we love you. Now, come home where you belong!” The process continues…

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