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Stand By Your Man

Helen....why don't you get it?  I'm not running myself down by saying these words. It's just that I cannot understand something. Since I have started to work very close to the public, people that once were strangers to me but now we share in some of the hardest experiences of their lives, I have noticed my actions and words toward my husband, the one who loves me the most.  Why do I speck unkind to him, but I can say loving and caring words to the stranger? Why do I complain when he asks me to help him, but I can sit for hours beside someone who I hardly know?

I don't know if you have ever been pricked by your conscience. But I have. I want to share something that happened just yesterday that helped me to see that I need to watch my words toward the one who loves me the most.

The morning was buzzing with activity.  My head was going in a hundred different directions. I had to be at work at 11:00, so therefore I had to have the chores done and back in here by 10 at least. I really should clean up the kitchen before heading off to work. A thousand things were going through my mind that I needed to do after chores. Oh yes I had to take my lunch today. But the most important thing that was rumbling around in the back of my mind was a story that I wanted to write. Well maybe I would have time to at least start it if I got the chores done in a hurry and came straight into the house.  With that I loaded the grain buckets and drove up to the hill where hubby was running the feed wagon.

"Could you drop the papers by Rettle on your way to work this morning?" he said at the last bunk.

"Oh I don't know if I will have time. I have to be at work at 11."

"Well it would sure help me. He needs that information to complete the taxes."

"Well you need to call those guys and tell them that they need to get their act in gear and send the tax information earlier so we aren't always waiting on them. That's ridiculous." I spouted off at him.

"Another thing you could do for me that would really help is get in some wood before you go. We are completely out in the basement." He said to me, leaning on the pickup finder.

I let out this long sigh. "Oh good grief. I have things to do too you know.  Well I hope that you can help me get the wood."

"I can try, but first I have to check the electric fence up here. For some reason it isn't working right." he said crawling over a bunk and walking away from me.

Reluctantly I drove to the feed shack, unloaded the buckets, and drove out north to the wood pile.

"I'll just pull over to the basement window and call him to come and help me unload." I thought to myself as I drove back to the house.

I walked into the house for my phone and then I saw it. There on the back counter laid his list of things he had to get done today. He  had wrote it on a old pink feed sack tag so he wouldn't forget something. I started to read.

Check electric fence
royal purple                          5 W 30
Oil filter                                06 Impala
Weed meeting
dig up papers for Rettle
Pine mulch
unhook battery cable - sprayer
get weights
bank- check - title
Check Amsoil Prices
5W30 and oil fuel additive

and at the very bottom
firewood.

My heart melted. I just quietly turned around, leaving my phone right there it laid, and went to the back of the house and started to throw the wood in the window.  It wasn't long before I heard his footsteps on the dry grass. He quietly came over and started throw in the wood along with me.

I remembered back the night before. You see I am starting on this diet to help with my low blood sugar. There are certain things I can have and can't have. Beans are one of the can haves. He is so hoping that this diet will help me that he brought up a bag of beans from the basement and boiled them for me last night.

You see what I mean?  Why do I complain so much when he needs a little help?  Why don't I just trust him?  He has been caring for me for forty some plus years and we haven't went bankrupted or hungry once.

They say that you talk the worse to the ones you love the most. Well that maybe true, but this woman needs to change that. I can talk just as kind to my husband as I can to those I come in contact with everyday. Because you know what? He needs love too. He sacrifices for me everyday. It is because of me that he goes without sometimes. He is willing to carry the load of the farm so I can do what I love to do. He is willing because he sees how happy it makes me and that makes him happy in return.

So the least I can do is look past the little pet peeves and love the man who loves me.

I went a bit further with this thought.

Why sometimes do I question Jesus? Why is it hard to say to Him "Yes I can do that." Why is it hard for me to be willing to make Him happy and just trust Him and obey Him.  After all He loves me. He wants to care for me. He came to earth just for me. He wants to be my friend and walk beside me everyday.

So why is it so hard to just trust and say yes. I guess it is our human nature, I don't really know. But I am going to be more careful.  I'm going to practice what my dear old dad once told me. "Think before you speck."  Kind words go places where nothing else can go. Even in your husband's heart.



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