The past few days have been like a practice run of life lived alone.
I lie in bed, alone, the room feels bigger.
my other half is down the hall, on the sofa!
my body feels like the king sized bed is the size of a basket ball court.
Looking around the room, it appears so much larger.
I can leave the TV on as long as I want to.
I turn it off.
And ponder my Practice Run.
I list all the things he does and I do..
This is how it would feel, if I had to do it All.
Which is what I have been doing for just a few days.
house work and yard work are divided
I nearly expired doing the Saturday am cleaning, mopping, vacumning.
Dragging giant garbage bins to the curb,
REMEMERING what day to do that drag to the curb.
At least he is HERE and I can run down the hall to show him Kat walking on a leash in a video.
Or tell him the latest nutty thing on FaceBook..
Walking Big Boy alone, no one to talk to, no one to fight off wild critters if we run into one.
I find myself in bed praying for his health, and for the strength to be kind and caring and not get upset when I am tired and he is aggravating my last nerve.
I remember this scripture and ask for strength to remember it each day.. to use it to ward off the aggravation of having a hubby who is upset because he is out of commission.
Two are better than one,
because they have a good return for their labor:
If either of them falls down,
one can help the other up.
But pity anyone who falls
and has no one to help them up.
Also, if two lie down together, they will keep warm.
But how can one keep warm alone?
Though one may be overpowered,
two can defend themselves.
A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.