October 3, 2018 Let love and faithfulness never leave you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart. – Proverbs 3:3 As I reflect on the religious sisters and couples celebrating jubilees, I’ve been thinking about my own vocation – my marriage. I’ve written about my son several times, but I’ve written about my husband much less. My family calls him “St. Adam of Moira.” While I’d like to say it’s because he’s a holy and saintly person, it’s really more of a comment on how trying it can be to live with me. My family is convinced Adam is the most patient man on the planet. While I think my family slightly exaggerates the more challenging parts of my personality, I also agree that I married an amazing man. He works hard to provide for our family. He keeps our home running. He’s a loving and caring father. He’s a talented artist. He loves God and loves his family. On top of all that, he’s possibly one of the funniest and most intelligent people I know. Over the past month, as I dealt with ongoing health issues, Adam had a lot added to his demands. All the household tasks – cooking, cleaning, running errands – fell on him. On top of that, he had to help me with even the most basic life tasks – dressing, bathing and using the bathroom. And he dealt with oh so much crying. He did it all with grace, kindness and compassion. Like any vocation, marriage isn’t always easy. There are occasionally times when, despite our love for one another, we don’t particularly like each other. But we’ll celebrate our 14th anniversary next week, and I can’t imagine going through life with anyone else. I firmly believe God made us to be together, and we make each other better, holier people. I won the husband lottery. May God grace us all with the ability to know our vocations and to live them out according to His will. |
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