Thursday, December 9, 2010

who couldn't love Jesus, right?

Late last night, my honey (Chuck) flew home from another business trip. By the time he landed at 11:00 p.m., he was tired but happy because the trip offered promise to produce new sales for our company in the upcoming year. (Yea Chuck!)

Chuck's traveling is nothing new for us as a couple. When we aren't joined at the hip in person, we are glued by cell phone to one another because it seems that he is always flying away to some random location to sell and/or service test equipment to any number of new or existing customers. You see, my husband oversees all sales for the Cable Test company we both work for by day. So naturally, he is a social butterfly because he has to encourage sales relationships in order to put food on the table. He's pretty good at it too. The ongoing joke with everyone who knows him is, "Who couldn't love Chuck, right?" In fact, I always tell my husband that he should really be running for some kind of political office because he is always so friendly with everyone and makes time to get to know individual people. I mean... he's ethical, smart, has a great memory, a witty sense of humor, is handsome as ever... who couldn't love Chuck, right?

Strangely enough, Chuck is also a brilliant engineer. (A sales manager AND an engineer... I know, his personality is an oxymoron, right?) When he's not charming your socks off, he is usually discussing all sorts of "engineering'y" topics with really, really, REALLY smart people. I hear him carry on intelligent discussions that include technical sayings like: distance to fault... or passive component... or functional test... or calculus. OK, I admit I added in calculus, but his language may as well be something perspicacious and mathematical (my worst subject) because he can unintentionally talk WAY over my pee-brained head most of the time. (And yes, I did look up the word "perspicacious" in order to write that last sentence. Wink!)

Although my husband does not officially speak any foreign languages, he somehow has the ability to understand EVERYONE he meets and can carry on full conversations with people who aren't limited (like me) to only speaking English. We have traveled abroad to many countries and I've never worried about our well being... Why? Because who couldn't love Chuck, right? I remember our last trip to Italy... no Italian known, but by the end of a one hour drive, Chuck knew all about our taxi driver's family life, hopes and dreams, etc... merely by speaking a mixture of Spanish/Italian/English/and I think he even threw in a little German. How he manages to do this, I'll never know. But I love him and always feel safe with him.

Anyway, last night, Chuck flew in quite late from a business trip. After he got his luggage, he headed for our car which was parked in the short-term parking lot at O'Hare airport. Unfortunately, the car wouldn't start. It was dead as a doornail. Now, I don't know about you, but I would not practice grace in such a situation. I would have an emotional moment and probably embarrass the family name with words my Momba never taught me. But not Chuck. Chuck calmly called to tell me the problem, then contacted a towing service and took care of all matters. By the time he got home, it was 1:30 a.m. But did Chuck complain or lose his cool? No. He hugged and smooched me and playfully encouraged me stay up and watch the Survivor episode that was missed earlier in the day. (Yes, we are Survivor fans.) Of course, by the time we were all settled and snuggled in front of the television (2:30 a.m.), I think we lasted about five minutes before falling asleep. (My neck hurts from sleeping in a recliner now! Ha ha.)

I woke up first this morning (a rare phenomenon since Chuck is usually showered and already chatting business on the phone with our German owners before I even open my eyes). I looked at my husband snoring soundly in his recliner and smiled at his cuteness. Then I covered him with another blanket and left to make my morning coffee. While the beans were brewing, I thought about what a cool customer my husband really is. How even in the midst of last night's automobile discouragements, he never blurted out one frustrating word. Sure, he had just traveled thousands of miles, dealt with calibrations and sales meeting, and still he was wonderfully loving and ready to spend quality time at home with me.

As I sipped my coffee, I thought about past examples of how wonderfully gracious and caring my husband has been during difficult and trying times. And then I thought about my own behavior. Hmmmmm. I'm not so gracious under pressure. I'm not so caring. I'm not loving or at the ready to spend quality time with ANYONE when I've been frustrated by the smallest of things. Between my husband or myself, I'm usually the emotional mess of our twosome. I'm usually the one with the problem. But here's the most interesting dynamic between us... whenever I'm upset or something is really wrong in my life, Chuck stops EVERYTHING just to be with me... to comfort me... to love me and take care of me. When my world is off-track... he stops his whole schedule... his whole life, in order to do all he can to insure that I'll be alright. OK, really... who couldn't love Chuck, right?

And here's the best news of all... my relationship with Chuck is just an example, a glimpse, of the beautiful love and grace God extends to His beloved! I know that I am blessed to be with an earthly husband who strives to love me like Christ. And because of Chuck's effort to model the Savior in our marriage, he has taught me more and more about the kind of husband Jesus really is. My God is the most personable, intelligent, gracious, all-knowing KING of Kings! And I have to wonder, why is this magnificent Creator of the whole universe so enraptured with me? Why does He stay connected to me and share interest in my interests? Why does He want nothing more than to be home with me, embraced and enjoying one another's company? Oh, how I can take His love for granted and forget how beautiful and marvelous He really is! Really, who couldn't love Jesus, right? He is EVERYTHING!

With that in mind, I'm off to bring coffee to my man this morning. I'm off to read him today's Fresh Flowers blog. (Hi Honey!) I'm off to love him up and appreciate him for all he is and all he does! Lastly, I'm off to encourage my husband to take a vacation day alone with me so that we may spend some quality time together - handling life matters while enjoying one another's company.

When was the last time you vacated to be alone with Jesus, ladies? When was the last time you stopped to really know and fully appreciate your Heavenly Husband? When was the last time you paused to consider ALL that He is... all the love that He holds for you... all the protection He promises... all the peace that He brings? Perhaps it is time to start living more connected to Him? Perhaps it is time to thank Him for ALWAYS being there for you? Perhaps it is time to love Him in return with all your heart, soul, mind, strength?

I don't know much. But I do know that marriage is at its strongest when both husband and wife are completely DEVOTED to one another. So, are you a Devoted Woman?

Hallelujah! For our Lord God Almighty reigns. Let us rejoice and be glad and give Him glory! For the wedding of the Lamb has come, and his bride has made herself ready. (Revelation 19:6-7)

Be devoted to one another in love. Honor one another above yourselves. (Romans 12:10)

And this is love: that we walk in obedience to his commands. As you have heard from the beginning, his command is that you walk in love. (2 John 1:6)

THIS IS THE DAY!

Blessings!
Blog Posting Written By Victoria Anderson

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