My husband’s love

It was some time after eleven at night.

I had taken my rescue inhaler multiple times.

My husband had helped me move to the living room where I could lay down on the couch and have the air purifier blowing in my face.

Nothing.

No improvement.

So, while I lay there, my husband hooked up the nebulizer.

He sat next to me while I took it.

It helped.

A little.

It was like slowly smothering.

And I couldn’t communicate.

I started to cry.

I told him, he should take me into town.

Not to the hospital this time, but I was unable to spend the night in our house.

He helped me outside and then began grabbing things so we could leave.

We checked into a hotel.

It was wonderful.

My breathing calmed down and my airways improved.

It was after midnight when we tucked into bed, both of us exhausted.

When we got up the next morning we had the nicest breakfast I’ve ever had at a hotel.

The kids got to swim in the pool with their Dad while I stayed behind to enjoy the quiet and rest of a clean room.

My husband loves me and his actions prove it.

He was exhausted that day, but his care and concern were consistent.

And as much as neither of us wanted to say it, he said,

“You can’t live in our house anymore. I want you to be where you can breathe. So, we need to make plans and you need to live with Tim and Sis until we have another home.”

His love is such, that he has placed my needs before his desire.

He doesn’t like me to be so far away and I don’t enjoy being separated from him.

Yet, I’m comforted by his love and Jesus’s.

So, instead of staying another night as planned, I drove North again.

I’m certain God has all this in His hands and I’ve been so encouraged by His Word.

“Many are the afflictions of the righteous, But the Lord delivers him out of them all. He guards all his bones; Not one of them is broken.”
Psalms 34:19‭-‬20 NKJV

God has provided me with so much,

and I praise His holy name for each.

But especially for

my husband’s

love.

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