I’m pretty sure that last night I fell in love with my husband all over again. And funny enough, it wasn’t because of anything he did that was directed towards me. In fact, it had nothing to do with me at all.
Last night he went to visit a student of his that is in the hospital with cancer. On his way home, he passed a vehicle that was stopped on the side of the road. Feeling convicted he turned around and went back to see if he could offer any help. Long story short there was a man, his wife and five children in the car that were apparently homeless and living out of motel. The man had come here for a job from several states away and after getting here, things happened with the company that eventually left him out of a job. His wife was working but not making much money and at the moment they were penniless and couldn’t afford to eat or pay for the motel for that night. My husband bought dinner for them and then gave them cash to cover the motel for the night and a little extra.
He came home and was telling me the story with tears in his eyes. He felt guilty that he couldn’t do more. He wanted to take this family under his wings and take care of them.
The compassion that poured out of him as he told the story was beautiful and real and vulnerable. I looked at this man sitting in front of me and thanked the Lord for the heart that he has given my husband to want to serve others and do for those that are hurting and in need.
I’ve seen that compassion recently extend to me during this time of awful morning sickness, when I just feel like doing nothing and my duties in the home and as a wife have seen to taken a back burner to a queasy stomach! And while I’m sure inwardly, he is counting the days to getting his “wife back”, outwardly he doesn’t complain (at least not to me!) and serves me in ways that only he knows how to do.
Then the King will answer, ‘I tell you the truth, anything you did for even the least of my people here, you also did for me. Matthew 25:40