The husband played soccer at work today. And as he hurried into the bathroom to take a shower before we leave for the Alpha Course in church, he told me that he needs to return the soccer jersey tomorrow. That meant that we would have to start the washing machine before we leave home so that we can dry the clothes after we come home.
I glanced at the hamper and didn’t see the jersey, so I shouted through the bathroom door and asked him where it was.
He shouts back in reply,“It’s outside in my shoe bag! But it’s very dirty! Why don’t you load the other clothes first and I’ll get the jersey myself later!”
I stood at the bathroom door for a second in bemusement as I pondered his words. I suddenly realized that whenever he returned from a soccer game, he has always loaded his dirty clothes and socks directly into the washing machine so that I didn’t have to touch them. I never thought twice about it as I thought that’s just the way he does things. But all of a sudden it struck me that he has been doing it because he didn’t want my hands to get dirty.
As I disobediently went to his shoe bag and took out his dirty clothes to wash, I thought of the other little ways my husband loves me. Like how he always wipes the toilet rim and lowers the toilet seat after he uses it… or how, after one request from me, he has never failed to wipe the sink counter or the shower door dry after he uses them.
Tonight, I gazed at my husband in the dark after he fell asleep. I felt humbled and grateful and loved. I placed my hand gently upon his head and blessed him. And I thanked God for the gift of a husband who makes me understand why Christ’s love for the church is likened to the love that a husband/bridegroom has for his wife/bride.
Lord, give me grace to be a good wife to my husband. Help me to always be a source of comfort, healing and encouragement to him. Help me to honour him and to be faithful to him all the days of my life. Amen.