Holding me up

I have been a little hesitant to blog during the early days of my recovery, since I am still fairly reliant on pain medication.  Who knows what sorts of unfiltered nonsense could escape my brain?

But last night Hank gave me an encouraging reminder--something I know is unwaveringly true:

The Creator of the bright yellow-green buds on the lithe dancing willow branches says:

Don’t be afraid, for I am with you. 

Don’t be discouraged, for I am your God. 

I will strengthen you and help you. 

I will hold you up with my victorious right hand.   

Isaiah 41:10

One of the ways His "victorious right hand" is holding me up is through the active love of my husband.  He has taken the kids on the spring break trip we had planned for the whole family, and has blessed me with the gift of healing silence and stillness.  I love my kids, but I'll tell you what--parenting them is exacting, clamorous, wearying, formidable work.  Hank has taken on the solo challenge for the week because he loves me.

So I get to lie here in my bed, watching the willow tree wake up to the chilly spring day, and enjoy evidence of the noisy, sticky, sunburned mess of Willis kids a thousand miles away.  

 

I love you too, Hank.