Thursday, February 5, 2009

My Beloved's Hands

"Not so good." That was my husband's response last night when I asked him how his day was as he walked in the door.

My husband is a contractor by trade; he is a hard worker; he loves what he does; and he cares about the people for whom he works.

My husband is not the "sit inside at a desk" kind of guy. He likes to be out and about nailing some 2x4's together, or cutting something up with his saw.

He isn't concerned with "status" or whether people see him as someone "prominent" either; he is by far, the most humble person that I have ever been blessed to know.

Last night I was humbled by my husband. The lengths that he goes to in order to provide for his family overwhelmed me. My love, respect, admiration and appreciation for him were overwhelming.

I wish I could say I always feel this way about him, but I'd be lying.

I'm in the middle of reading "Staying Close" by Dennis & Barbara Rainey right now. After each chapter there are a few conversation questions for you and your spouse to work/talk through. In one of the earlier chapters of the book, I was supposed to list six things that I loved/respected/appreciated about my husband. Unfortunately, it had been one of "those" days and I could only come up with two things (and one of them was really lame).

Yesterday my husband worked his fingers to the bone - almost literally. Each one of his fingers, mostly the finger tips, had concrete burns; he had pretty much sanded his finger tips off. He wanted so badly to finish the tile job that he was working on for several reasons; but mainly, because he knew that we needed the money to pay some bills.

As I sat applying anti-biotic ointment, then gauze, then first aide tape to each of his finger tips, God reminded me of a couple of weeks before when I struggled to come up with six positive things about my husband - this man who worked his fingers to the bone.

I wondered if my beloved will have scars on his hands.

Oh yes, my Beloved does have scars on his hands!

A humble man, with dirty feet and rough but gentle hands; not too proud for anything asked of him. He was bruised and crushed for my sin. Spikes through his hands. Hands that worked hard. Hands that loved. Hands that respected. Hands that played. Hands that loved what they did. Hands that weren't concerned about status. Hands of a man that prayed for me as he died on my cross.

Jesus said, "Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing." Luke 23:34

Abba Father, thank you for my beloved's hands. Thank you too, for showing me the truth while using my beloved' hands. I know that some days, more than others, I have a better grasp of your love for me; a love I will never understand. I'm so grateful for the man who works so diligently to provide for my earthly needs; and beyond grateful for Jesus, who provided for my eternal needs. Amen.

12 comments:

  1. Oh, Janelle, this is beautiful. With tears running down my face, I thank you for this timely reminder!
    Love you sister.

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  2. Amen to you, Janelle - and Amen, Patty.

    Tears in my eyes as I read this, kinda feeling stupid as I didn't really understand the seriousness of what Clint described on the phone to me last night.

    It is interesting, though, how God can sometimes make things clear for us when we need him to.

    I think God for Jesus' nail pierced hands, and I pray for my brother Clint's full healing!

    In Jesus name...

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  3. I would love to have been able to take a picture of Clint's fingers but, without asking, I'm sure he would have wanted none of that! To him, it's no big deal...

    Thank you for the prayers for healing too; pray against infection!

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  4. What a beautiful picture of sacrifice and love -- and how the two are so closely linked. Thanks for sharing this...

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  5. What a precious post, Janelle. I love your insight. Jesus is our ultimate bridegroom, our Beloved. We are so blessed! And what sweet words about your husband. We do have so much to be thankful for. Have you read What Every Woman Should Know (I think that's the title.) by Shaunte Feldman? It really opened my eyes to the way men think...and how much they show their love for us through providing for our families. It really was life changing for me! I'm praying for healing for your hubby's hands and rich blessing for your family!

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  6. How wonderful that you have this man, willing to work so hard with you and for you. And, our heavenly father who loved us...loves us so much....Jeremy Camp tonight...."I still believe"! Wow! Carol

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  7. I love this, Janelle. Such a good job. It's often true that the people who mean the most to us in this life are the very people who seldom hear it. At least, that holds true with me.

    I'm going to have to work on that.

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  8. Janelle, this was so cool. Taking the ordinary and seeing the extrodinary!

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  9. This is beautiful, Janelle. And it is a wonderful reminder as well. I don't think I look at my husband in this way nearly as often as I should.

    Be blessed,

    Marlo

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  10. Hey, me again! Sorry, I didn't make it very plain, did I? The man who said that we were having too much fun was totally joking with us and laughing with us and GLAD we were having such a good time. I am going to reword that on my post! Glad you liked the concert too! Carol

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  11. Beautiful post...love the images when you describe Christ...

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