It rained all day yesterday.
My husband took the day off work to take me to a doctor’s appointment, the one I’ve been dreading, for my breast exam. I told him I could have gone on my own, but he knew better. He knew I needed him with me. My mom watched the kids, and I was so thankful, since the appointment ended up stretching into a whole-day ordeal.
As we drove, just half a mile down the road, I mentioned to him how it reminded me of the morning of our wedding day. It rained then too. That small memory opened a floodgate of others, and I found myself reminiscing on all of our days together. We married young, and we’ve walked through so much since.
While I waited for tests and results, I found myself wondering: Was I satisfied with our days together? Was he? Have I been a worthy wife to this man who loves me so deeply?
And in my heart, the answer was yes. Yes, I have been satisfied. Even through the hardest days, the kind of days I hope few people ever have to face, I’ve been grateful he’s always been on my team.
One of my guiding principles in life is the “leave it better than you found it” rule. I try to apply it to every relationship, including my marriage. I don’t always succeed, but I do my best, and I pray through the struggles.
Over the weekend, I realized something: if God called me home now, I could go in peace. I could leave knowing my family is better than when I first found them.
I heard my oldest daughter singing hymns and worship music throughout the week. I saw my youngest, just two years old, praying for her meals and boldly shouting “GOD MADE ME!” to anyone who would listen. I watched my middle son practice taking communion, declaring that he was the man of the house while Dad was at work. His prayers were selfless, thoughtful, and that boy of mine is mature beyond his years. He is so responsible.
Those little glimpses reassured me, my children are growing in faith, in love, and in ways that glorify God. My heart was at peace.
Then, yesterday, I learned my breast tissue is healthy. No need for worry. Which means I get to keep teaching my children, my husband, myself, and anyone who will listen about the goodness of God.
I’m still waiting on one more test result, but the doctor didn’t seem concerned. So until I hear otherwise, I’m claiming healing in Jesus’ holy and life-giving name.
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