What was the Lesson in All this? Love, Appreciation, and remembering The Secret
Sunday afternoon I was lying in the hospital bed nursing Ayinde and angry with Eric. He had not arrived yet because he had to do something related to the business of family finance. The woman in me didn’t understand and I said out loud, (to myself because no one else was in the room) “I’m going to ask my Pastor what is the responsibility of a FATHER and HUSBAND?” Wouldn’t you know it, as soon as I completed that thought my Pastor walked in with his son Rudy. I couldn’t believe it. We had a great conversation and he prayed over Ayinde and took Zion for some fun. See how God works! I’m grateful for that conversation because Pastor allows me to see how a man thinks. Then in a quiet moment, I began thinking about how grateful I am that I have a husband. I shared a hospital room with a 19-year-old sister whose 5-month-old son also had pneumonia. She had been there since Wednesday without a change of clothes or food. The child’s father had promised to come each day and never showed up. I can only imagine how angry and alone she must have felt. And as the African American Reverend says in The Secret (I can’t remember his name), “nothing new is going to show up in your life until you appreciate what you have.” I looked at the herbs, the juice, my clothes, the laptop, and all the other comforts from home that Eric made sure I had. I actually had a lot to be thankful about. When Eric finally did arrive, I was on my way out into the hallway to speak with the doctor. Something else must be wrong with Ayinde, I thought, because he just won’t stop crying. Daddy walked in, put Ayinde down on the bed, and within 5 minutes, they both were sound asleep. Incredible! I took this opportunity to grab a few minutes sleep. When I awoke about an hour later, I discovered that daddy had knocked off the baby’s oxygen. But Ayinde was still maintaining his oxygen rate at 100%. He had not done that all day. I sat and watched them both and just cried and thought to myself - this is the power of the KING of the house that my Pastor talks about. Somehow Ayinde must have felt a strong vibe of strength and security when Daddy arrived because he was content and sleeping soundly. In the midst of all of this stress and turmoil, I learned a valuable lesson about myself – sometimes I can be ungrateful when my bounty of blessings is staring me right in my face. I love my family. My husband is doing everything he humanly can to show that he loves and cherishes his family too. I think Eric also learned to appreciate what I do too. He told me on several times, "I don't know how you do all this," and "the house is not the same without you." We are learning to appreciate what we both bring to the marriage. The photo is of Zion and Dad playing Playstion at the hospital.
Sunday afternoon I was lying in the hospital bed nursing Ayinde and angry with Eric. He had not arrived yet because he had to do something related to the business of family finance. The woman in me didn’t understand and I said out loud, (to myself because no one else was in the room) “I’m going to ask my Pastor what is the responsibility of a FATHER and HUSBAND?” Wouldn’t you know it, as soon as I completed that thought my Pastor walked in with his son Rudy. I couldn’t believe it. We had a great conversation and he prayed over Ayinde and took Zion for some fun. See how God works! I’m grateful for that conversation because Pastor allows me to see how a man thinks. Then in a quiet moment, I began thinking about how grateful I am that I have a husband. I shared a hospital room with a 19-year-old sister whose 5-month-old son also had pneumonia. She had been there since Wednesday without a change of clothes or food. The child’s father had promised to come each day and never showed up. I can only imagine how angry and alone she must have felt. And as the African American Reverend says in The Secret (I can’t remember his name), “nothing new is going to show up in your life until you appreciate what you have.” I looked at the herbs, the juice, my clothes, the laptop, and all the other comforts from home that Eric made sure I had. I actually had a lot to be thankful about. When Eric finally did arrive, I was on my way out into the hallway to speak with the doctor. Something else must be wrong with Ayinde, I thought, because he just won’t stop crying. Daddy walked in, put Ayinde down on the bed, and within 5 minutes, they both were sound asleep. Incredible! I took this opportunity to grab a few minutes sleep. When I awoke about an hour later, I discovered that daddy had knocked off the baby’s oxygen. But Ayinde was still maintaining his oxygen rate at 100%. He had not done that all day. I sat and watched them both and just cried and thought to myself - this is the power of the KING of the house that my Pastor talks about. Somehow Ayinde must have felt a strong vibe of strength and security when Daddy arrived because he was content and sleeping soundly. In the midst of all of this stress and turmoil, I learned a valuable lesson about myself – sometimes I can be ungrateful when my bounty of blessings is staring me right in my face. I love my family. My husband is doing everything he humanly can to show that he loves and cherishes his family too. I think Eric also learned to appreciate what I do too. He told me on several times, "I don't know how you do all this," and "the house is not the same without you." We are learning to appreciate what we both bring to the marriage. The photo is of Zion and Dad playing Playstion at the hospital.
2 comments:
Lovely words in regards to your husband. Sometimes as women, we think so emotionally, but many of us have husbands who really cease to amaze.
I second berta. I too have had those eye opening moments. So happy for those moments, makes me fall more in love with my King, and its been 13 years!
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