Grace Is A Husband

It's 2:30 Sunday morning and my 3 yr old has just thrown up. Pulled out of sleep, I stumble groggily from bed to give assistance and assess damage. Soothing words and clean up follow. Husband quietly carries soiled pillow and clothes down to the bathroom, and I hold and comfort. Clean up and rocking complete I snuggle 3 year old in bed and slip down to the bathroom to find everything rinsed and cleaned! Closing weary eyes I sleep. It's 10:00 a.m. in Sunday School and Husband sticks his head in my classroom door, cradling 2 yr old and beckoning. It's her turn now all over him and her and he's cleaned her up and wrapped her in a blanket. A discussion ensues and husband takes her home telling me to go ahead and take the children to a friend's house for lunch as planned. It's 2:30 p.m. and back home to baby changed twice and in an hour I'm to leave and help sing a Christmas program with the chorus. I'm torn, wanting to go but feeling a good mom would stay and Husband tells me "You're going. You can't do anything more for her then I can!" So I go. And my heart is warmed and my eyes threaten to spill for the love and grace and care. And I see a glimpse of my Father in this earthen vessel called Husband and I can't express my thankful, full heart! 

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