A Man who Honored His Wife

Filed in Christian Walk by on April 30, 2017

Greeting cards were a big deal to Charles. 

I have always been the type to get a simple card or a blank card and write a mini-book about how much that person means to me. For Charles – well he always gave multiple cards to express the broad spectrum of his feelings because one was just never enough :) He would actually send someone to the store to buy about 10-20 for which he would then personally read them, pick out his favorites and return the rest. It was a big deal.

Out of all the holidays and special events that have passed so far, the greatest one I am dreading is Mother’s Day. 

That may sound surprising and it probably should be because most of the reasons are selfish. But for me, it’s memories of years of prayers that we prayed for God to give us children. It’s the dozens and dozens of shots that I had to have and crazy medications that I took and exploratory surgery we went through trying to figure out the infertility issues. It was driving through crazy weather together on a Sunday for blood work. Ultrasounds and more ultrasounds. We always believed it was God’s plan and His desires he had placed in our hearts and we wanted to pursue that as best we could. And we prayed and prayed and prayed. Night, after night, after night. 

And even through all the crazy hormonal mess of medications – Charles was always my steady stream. The ever supporter and encourager. My greatest cheerleader. 

And then one day it happened. 

One day we were driving to the hospital, both unsure of what the days in front of us held. Both of us holding on so tightly to the truth of God’s Word, each other and His promises and the cries of our heart to “take us deeper than our feet could ever wander” which was our personal anthem during that season in our lives. The uncertainty and crazy emotions as we both held our babies for the first time. He was always the steady stream. Always knowing what to say, always leading well, always willing to give, always knowing what to do. And if there is any one thing that Charles Reed was good at, it was celebrating me – though always so undeserved. 

To be honest, I don’t remember what we did for my first Mother’s Day last year. But what I do remember is waking up to a man who honored me and told me how wonderful of a mother I was. And though the memories are sweet and I am ever so thankful and forever blessed by my steady stream man who was my greatest advocate – it’s also what makes this special day of Mother’s Day we all hold so dear, that much harder to think about. The journey. The journey that we were on together that made our first Mother’s Day and Father’s Day possible. The journey that I am now walking alone. 

“Husbands, in the same way, live with your wives with an understanding of their weaker nature yet showing them honor as coheirs of the grace of life, so that your prayers will not be hindered.” ‭‭1 Peter‬ ‭3:7

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