Last week, Huff the Hubs had his tonsils and adenoids taken out as well as had surgery to fix his deviated septum. When he told me he wanted to have these procedures done, I didn’t know too much about them. Then, I read about how awful it is to have a tonsillectomy as an adult and that you’re basically in a A LOT of pain and pretty much helpless for 14 days.
I was less than thrilled when he said he was making an appointment with an ENT to schedule the surgery.
For one, I didn’t want him to have to go through all that pain and suffering (even though all procedures were very necessary–his deviated septum was so bad, the doctor said it was 90% blocked. Poor guy has been breathing out of only one nostril for his whole life!). And two, I know how men can be when they’ve got a tiny cold, let alone surgery.
But, then I thought back to how sweet and caring Huff the Hubs was when I was recovering from giving birth both times. He really took great care of me. I also thought of something I read in my daily devotional the other day. Granted, it was about parent/child relationships, but I feel like it could be applied to marriage relationships as well. The writer of the devotional said, “Sometimes God uses the struggles of your child to sanctify you both.” I knew it was going to be tough taking care of The Hubs and 100% of everything else in the household. And, for a hot minute, all I could think about was myself: I’m never going to get any rest! I’m going to be so wore out and crabby! I’m stretched too thin as it is!
But–as weird as this may sound–I’m actually enjoying taking care of him. I’m trying to take this time as a way for God to work in me, to show me how to have self-control and not complain, to show grace and mercy, and also to grow a servant’s heart. I know that, in this day and age, the thought of being a “servant” is met with gasps and statements such as: “I am no one’s ‘servant’!” But God calls us to love and serve one another (now, that doesn’t mean be a doormat and bow to everyone’s will; just wanna clear that up right meow). I’m talking about showing each other genuine love and care and not for praise or for what you think you may get in return. But serving with a loving, giving heart just because.
Now, come Day 11 or 12 of HtH’s recuperation, I may be going a wee bit crazy (which means imma need some prayer, mmkay?) and I’m sure I’ll probably lose my cool. But for right now, I’m going to embrace this time of service as a “serving bootcamp” of sorts.
How can you be a blessing to someone today and mirror a servant’s heart?