By Esther (The other one)
Our Valentine’s day was a funny one. The day prior, I had asked my husband to stay home to help with the grocery shopping. All the walking, bending, lifting, and trolley-pushing had become too daunting a task at this stage; who knows how many weeks we are at? – I’ve lost count! ‘Hubbie’ is a wonderfully sweet and caring man of God and also understood I needed more than just the physical support that day. Another wonderful trait of his: a zealousness for the matter at hand, which, when hurrying down the two flights of stairs after forgetting something on our way out, unfortunately resulted in him throwing his back out.
The next morning he awoke in agony and because the Sabbath evening was approaching, I was unable to find him a working chiropractor, so we got faithful and settled for a bunch of ointments, pain-relief and prayer. Remember our new sofas? Well after their spectacular arrival via crane and window, Hubbie had not been so satisfied with how firm they were. Admittedly, they were much softer in the store! However, they looked great, fit perfectly (without us having ever measured the actual living room area) and were now inside the apartment (Hallelujah), so I reminded him to trust God and ‘lean not on your own understanding’ of the situation – these were obviously the sofas we were meant to have!
Come Valentine’s day weekend and guess what? Pain-ridden Hubbie found our bed too soft, our tiled floors too hard, but the new sofa JUST RIGHT to lie out on all day – a big ‘Amen’ to Proverbs 3:5-6!
It was an unconventional yet romantic way to spend this year’s day of love. Last year we were not yet married and spent the day in the mall, buying shoes for our upcoming wedding and then having dinner together at a fancy restaurant – all very enjoyable I must say! However I was happy to realise that just serving and tending to this wonderful man was more romantic than anything else, especially after he had been in my service all the day prior. Jesus said “the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve” – something we see repeatedly throughout all four accounts of his life and of course through his death, in which he serves as our individual ‘Passover Lamb.’ This principle has certainly blessed our first year of marriage, as we strive to serve one another each day.
At a certain point in the afternoon, Hubbie even felt well enough to get up and – gently – sway me back and forth around the living room to the aptly-titled Ella Fitzgerald’s ‘My Funny Valentine.’
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