I’m a little bit proud of us.
Cause tonight, when Papa Bear’s work day began to drag into the evening (like it’s been doing, recently, since his work load has instantly doubled), I didn’t resent him for being gone while I was at home with a mess of kids. I didn’t wonder if he could be working a little faster and was possibly wasting time. I didn’t suspect him of anything I might have in the past.
I know, I’m presenting myself in such a flattering light, here.
Instead, I felt sorry for him. You know, like I should! I felt sorry that he was working in the freezing cold while I was in our warm little home with my babies. And I didn’t just keep those thoughts to myself, either.
Nope, I texted them.
“I’m so in love with my hard working husband!”
And then, knowing how much I meant every word, I just sat and smiled at the screen.
When Papa Bear left, I made no secret of the fact that the things Satan had wedged between us were not actual things (the past never counts), but were vain imaginations. And vain imaginations produce vain thoughts, and vain thoughts produce vain words and emotions and facial expressions…and eventually vain actions. We all need to be appreciated. And we all need to believe that we’re better than where we’ve been (especially since, more often than not, we simply become who we’re believed to be). Papa Bear’s leaving wasn’t my fault, I’ve never meant to insinuate that. But I could have made it harder for Satan to get a toe in.
And I plan to, til death do us part.
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A few days ago, we had a beautiful snowstorm. Yes, I just used the words “beautiful” and “snow” in the same sentence…and it’s waaay past October. I don’t know what’s gotten in to me. I stepped outside in my bare feet to untangle the dog’s leash (he’s supposed to carry it inside the house, but sometimes he has trouble), and I saw that about a foot of fluffy, gorgeous powder had fallen since I’d last thought to check. I whispered, “Oh, please let my husband go skiing tomorrow.” And then I wandered back inside, holding a shivering dog and still muttering a prayer.
“It’s March, and he hasn’t gone skiing yet this season. I’d really love it if you’d do this for him tomorrow.”
I almost got on Facebook to see if anyone had extra tickets for the next day. I almost did. But God said something equivelant to, “I’ve got this.” So, I stopped.
By the evening, I’d forgotten all about it. That is, until Papa Bear stood in the kitchen scooping green chili stew from the crock pot as I laid on my back on the living room floor (I’d eaten hours before). We were both exhausted. These past few weeks have been exhausting. Then, he said…a little worried…
“Ummm, Mr. So and So has an extra ticket for tomorrow. If I can manage a day off, what would you think of my spending it skiing?”
And a smile lit across my face.
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I love your text to him.
Amazing how those kinds of things light up a man more than almost anything else!
Do I even need to ask if Papa Bear had fun skiing or is that just a foregone conclusion?
Because of all the fresh powder, yes, it’s rhetorical.
What a cute post
It made me smile. Hope PB enjoys his day skiing. And on the good mood – maybe you’re pg (ha ha). Also, I love seeing the prophetic come out in you, and you practicing it. Maybe you’re pg with the prophetic gifting 
Well, I’m not the other pregnant, but I’ve been asking God to bring back the prophetic in me since I “let it go” many years ago. So, I’ll take that!
That’s so cool. It’s such a hard gift to ‘practice’, to know where the boundaries are, how bold to be. It’s scary when you read the standards God puts to prophets in the bible! And some people take it waaayyy overboard. Why did you ‘let it go’? I’m curious.
It wasn’t on purpose, but I went through a dark time in my early twenties, and I’ve just never felt as confident in my spiritual gifts since then. I KNOW that the gifts and callings of the Lord are without repentance. I’m just praying for God’s timing…and for boldness.
Aaaargh! Trying again. Can we just delete the above? I am so anal I can’t let it go until it’s fixed. I’m sorry. It’s a sickness.
I deleted your comments even though I loved them. Hope you feel better!
Isn’t God’s timing amazing! And I’m so glad he’s still working on all the little things in your relationship! Praise Him from whom all blessings flow!!
Thank you! He’s certainly big enough to get the job done!
How wonderful! God provides and cares for us so well.
Yes, He sure does!
woohooo!!! awesome! it’s so nice to listen to the voice of the Lord and He just takes over
amen!
He’s so fun!