Every afternoon, around the same time, he comes home
Most days, by the time Doug walks through that door, I’ve had a battle no one has seen. Maybe it’s been hours in bed with heating pads. Maybe it’s another day of trying to figure out a body that refuses to cooperate. Maybe I’ve spent the afternoon discouraged, wondering if tomorrow will look any different.
And then he listens. I mean really listens.
He’ll heat up my heating pad. He’ll offer to help with dinner when I can’t. He’ll sit while I try to explain another symptom that doesn’t make sense. Sometimes he offers ideas. Sometimes he just offers his presence.
Doug has done so much more for me than times I can count.
Recently, he is working a different job at Honeywell.
He’s brilliant. He’s an engineer’s engineer. The kind of person others seek out when the problem is too complicated or when no one else has the answer. He carries enormous responsibility, and somehow he still finds time to help the people around him.
Everyone at work really trusts him. I’m not sure people always realize how much he carries.
He is steadfast, faithful, patient, and dependable.
When my world feels unpredictable, he becomes one of the few predictable things.
I know there are many people who don’t have that.
So today, I’m choosing gratitude. Not because our circumstances are simple.
But because God gave me a husband who faithfully carries our family.