My day didn’t go as planned-and yet it did. I started with coffee on the deck and bird song in stereo. There is a pileated woodpecker letting us know he’s nearby. None have we spotted in our neck of the woods. Pounding out a loud hollow beat, his presence has been undeniable the past few days. I am determined to spot him; I plan to wander in search tomorrow morning with coffee in one hand and binoculars in the other. I hope I remember which hand has what. But back to today’s plans. I had hair to be cut, errands to run, a birthday cake to order, and Pickleball this afternoon. After breakfast, my husband asked in a pleading voice for my help with building a tool shed-my tool shed. Usually he works best without my assistance; but he looked extremely stressed and I knew what I would do today. The hair had to be cut; or more correctly, the hedge had to be trimmed. It was a gift to the world that I be shorn! Without a single qualm I assured him, “After the haircut, I can help you; don’t worry about Pickleball today; we need to do this project together.” He immediately became more relaxed; it was the right thing to say; my plans could wait.
I called in the order for the cake; didn’t know I could do it over the phone; so much easier to call rather than make the trip across town. Cake ordered, other errands can be done tomorrow, hair cut, and back home in just over an hour. Not even stopping to change clothes, I became the carpenter’s assistant. No talent required from me; holding, supporting, encouraging, appreciating, all that was needed. Goodness, gracious, what I just wrote is the perfect recipe for married bliss. No, this is not the usual everyday description of our lives together. Come on married folk, holding, supporting, encouraging, appreciating, are rarely everyday occurrences, and definitely not all in one day. Be honest now; I know I am not alone!
My man is a handy-man. He told me so on our first date. At twenty-eight, I had no idea of the value of that statement! I do now, and have known for almost thirty-two years! Without instructions, a pattern, directions of any kind, or a written drawing, I watched as my tool shed came together; screwed securely, braced efficiently, and sized perfectly, he created … from old boards, and a handful of screws. Amazing!
I was sent for take-out from a local meat and three. If you aren’t familiar with that, bless your heart! Back in a jiff, we ate in the coolness inside. “We’re finished for today; you can still go to Pickleball,” my sweetheart cooed. I did have time to get my paddle, towel, water bottle, and change clothes at a leisurely pace. My plans were altered, but the time spent helping my husband was time together; he gifted me with his talents; I gifted him with my assistance, appreciation, and thankfulness. The day was just right! I couldn’t have planned it any better! Together we accomplished much; together we’re better; togetherness is not overrated!
Thank You, Dear Lord, that I didn’t insist my plans remain undisturbed. Thank You, Lord, for helping me speak softly and meekly. God, You knew what was best for today; I didn’t fight You; I didn’t balk or complain; I just went along with the plan adjustment and all was indeed well; it was just right!
Genesis 2:18 The Lord God said, “It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him.”
Ruth 1:16-17 “Entreat me not to leave you, Or to turn back from following after you; For wherever you go, I will go; And wherever you lodge, I will lodge; Your people shall be my people, And your God, my God. Where you die, I will die, And there will I be buried. The Lord do so to me, and more also, If anything but death parts you and me.”
Here is a sweet hymn I’ve never heard before.
By Vows of Love Together Bound
Words: Eleazor T. Fitch 1845
Music: Ira, Heinrich C. Zeuner, in The Psaltery, by Lowell Mason and George J. Webb, 1845
By vows of love together bound,
The twain, on earth, are one;
One may their hearts, O Lord, be found,
Till earthly cares are done.
As from the home of earlier years
They wander, hand in hand,
To pass along, with smiles and tears,
The path of Thy command.
With more than earthly parents’ care,
Do Thou their steps attend;
And with the joys or woes they share,
Thy loving kindness blend.
O let the memory of this hour
In future years come nigh
To bind, with sweet, attractive power,
And cheer them till they die.
And to that blessèd, fadeless land,
Where partings may not be,
Lead them—a happy household band—
Forever near to Thee.
an uneasy feeling of doubt, worry, or fear, especially about one’s own conduct; a misgiving.