He: "Honey, did you cry today?"
Me: "You know what? No, I didn't. Finally."
He: "Good. This morning I prayed that you would have a day where you didn't cry."
He prays for me.
I already knew he did but somehow this brief exchange made it like cement in my mind and heart. Sometimes at night as I am going to sleep he gently rests his hand on my head and I know that he is praying for me. This gives me security and comfort beyond what I can describe. I know that going through this miscarriage together has deepened our bond and I also know that it bothered him deeply to watch my physical and emotional pain. The worst part for him is that there wasn't a whole lot he could do to change it for me. So what he did was pray, and pray hard. He has told me many times that he would take my pain for me if he could and I know now more than ever that he absolutely would. He has been wonderful beyond description day after day as I cried and cried and mourned over this loss. I'm sure my tears are not gone for good but to know that my husband and best friend asked our awesome God to give me a day with more happiness than tears......that my friends is what it's all about.
He prayed for me, and in God's goodness, He granted his request. Amazing.
Kendra
2 comments:
Now I'm crying. I know this doesn't seem a little backwards, but what a gift you've been given. Maybe it doesn't seem like it, given the loss, but your gain is so amazingly overwhelming. I'm so proud that you see HIS goodness. I also see Dan through different lenses... I love that he takes care of my dear friend so tenderly.
T.
Words don't seem adequate, I am in tears and I continue to pray for you, I'm so glad that I was directed to your blog and I'm so glad that you and your husband have each other.
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