Who makes your bed?

This morning Kevin was preparing to get in the shower after waking up, and climbed back in bed to say a morning prayer with me.  He prayed so simply, with details but no fancy words or dramatic emotions.  He lifted me up so beautifully in prayer.  He prayed to God everything I was feeling and wanted to say but didn't.  It didn't surprise me that he prayed so well but it was made clear to me as we closed in prayer that this man knows me best than anyone here on earth, yet he seems to be the last person I call on to meet my deepest needs.  Why?  It comes to my mind that I have never really sought his support emotionally because I don't think he cares about that part of my life...the emotionally part...the part of my life that screams help I don't know what to do with all these feelings.  He is very supportive of my physical health, my desire for an orderly and peaceful home environment, and of my ambitions and goals.  I just never thought he cared about my emotional health and because I felt this way, I was surprised this morning of how he prayed for ALL my needs including my sadness of heart.  It was very clear that nothing goes by unnoticed by him even if he doesn't discuss it or show it.  The fact that he can pray for me is the best security and emotional boost ever.

It has been a week of me vaguely sharing about recent events in my household.  Today I will clarify briefly what has happened in our home.  I don't talk about it well.  I will not give many details.  You are on your own as to how you want to judge our parenting or support our parenting.  It is a decision we have made as a family and we are seeking God's guidance, wisdom, and solutions.

We asked our youngest son to leave our home last week Tuesday.  It has been a long year of blatant disrespect for us, his parents, his school authorities, and our Christianity.  Even with all the disrespect we have endured, which includes verbal abuse, we could of held in there for my son's sake...his health, shelter, and food.  However he brought into our home tangible sinful behaviors and substance.  He had been given an ultimatum re: his last offense in our home.  This was a broken promise by him and we made good on our ultimatum.  It broke our hearts to do this but we had to stand firm in our household and behavioral standards for our home. 

Today Kevin and I are missing him so terribly.  We haven't truly shared a happy moment since his departure.  We are not worried because we have placed him in our Lord's care.  We just have a huge void i our lives.  Tim when not distracted by drugs and rebellious behaviors, was humorous and fun.  He brought so much happiness in our home with his stories and playful antics.  He is very intelligent and we could converse with him on all kinds of subjects.  He has a tender heart deep inside.  He used to share his heart for the underdogs in life.  At one time, he was very dedicated to living a life for Christ.  He read his Bible and learned all he could.  As Cory shared with our preacher last week, "Tim knows alot about the Bible.  More than anyone he knows."  It is true there was a day he loved God's word.  Today he denies its validity.

I want to end this blog by going back to my morning with Kevin.  After Kevin got in the shower, I layed there thinking.  When this crisis was happening last week, the first person I called was a dear brother in Christ who is like family to me.  I immediately called him and asked him for prayer for what was about to happen and asked that he keep everything in confidence.  After the incident late in the afternoon, a friend text me and asked how I was doing out of the blue.  She was actually making sure we were fine because during this crisis Kevin had the H1N1 Flu.  I called her and cried on her shoulder because I couldn't hold it in anymore.  Kevin was sick and trying to work.  I had had this horrible morning with Tim and she was who I felt confident with to let the dam of emotion break.  Poor her!  So as I lay there, it was clear that Kevin does care about me and my emotions but he lifts them up to our God who is the true healer and comforter. Wow!  I am blessed my friends.  Today I can smile and mean it. I am loved.

When Kevin was done with his shower and I was getting up, he said "Do you want to make the bed now?"  It tickled me in heart.  I have this man concerned about every little detail in my life.  He knows I hate making the bed alone.  It is a King size bed and it is time consuming to make it alone.  I like all the separate coverings smoothed out and tucked in just so.  I haven't made a bed alone in quite some time.  It blessed my heart to know that what is important to me is important to him, even if it is something as simple as making our bed.  How could I ever doubt that he wants to take care of me emotionally too?

Today's question to you is "Who makes your bed?"  Think about it.  Who do you call on to meet your deepest needs?