The alarm rang bright and early this morning (or would that be considered the middle of the night?) As is my custom, I stumbled groggily to the kitchen to begin breakfast preparations for the hunters and to fashion a sack lunch for the two of them. The bed was calling and I knew that the moment they left, I would crawl beneath the warm covers for a few more hours of "beauty rest".
As they were preparing to leave, Uncle Jay began thanking me for making his breakfast. He stated, "No one cares enough to make breakfast at our house. I wish my wife would do that for me." I was no longer sleepy. The sadness of his words swirled in my mind.
As wives, do we consider the powerful message our actions send? It's the little things, the little sacrifices, the random acts of kindness that show the depth of our love to our special man.
1Likewise, ye wives, be in subjection to your own husbands; that, if any obey not the word, they also may without the word be won by the conversation of the wives;
2While they behold your chaste conversation coupled with fear.
3Whose adorning let it not be that outward adorning of plaiting the hair, and of wearing of gold, or of putting on of apparel;
4But let it be the hidden man of the heart, in that which is not corruptible, even the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price.
5For after this manner in the old time the holy women also, who trusted in God, adorned themselves, being in subjection unto their own husbands:
6Even as Sara obeyed Abraham, calling him lord: whose daughters ye are, as long as ye do well, and are not afraid with any amazement.