Tonight after a great softball game where we won despite two nasty errors on behalf of me, we came home, set off a couple “Works Bombs” to celebrate and then it started to rain.
It didn’t just “sprinkle”. It POURED. Not your typical 2-minute pouring rain, NO – we’re talking a full 20-minute downpour with rain gutters creeking and nearly busting at their welds!
Well, being 26 going-on 14, I decided to stay in the rain, take of my shoes and softball jersey and enjoy God’s creation a bit.
It was while I was enjoying this rain that my wonderful wife came out and joined me for a few minutes.
Sure she worried about her outfit. Sure she worried about her hair. But still she came out with me in the rain to the side yard where we waved at oncoming traffic. Being the devout Wesleyan minister that I am I declined her invitation to “dance” in the rain, and remained motionless. (she was raised in a Baptist church…)
When is the last time you held your wife in the rain, gentlemen? When is the last time you thanked God as you kissed your wife in the rain? When is the last time you stopped worrying about everything else and just rememberd the gift from God that has been placed in your life to be your help mate?
I love my wife more and more everyday – and I think that’s how it’s supposed to work! Thank you God for placing Jessica in my life for moments like tonight!
Okay. I’m done now.
