“Am I bothering you with all my little noises and chores?” my husband asked as I worked on a writing project in our home office.
“No, not at all, as long as you don’t talk to me,” I responded. “I need to concentrate.”
Five minutes later. “Hon, should I save these papers from the bank regarding our mortgage?” He handed them over.
“No. You can shred them.”
Two minutes later. “My brother sent me the funniest email forward. Do you have a couple of spare moments to look at it?”
“Not really. I’m trying to make this a workday. Send it over and I’ll take a look tomorrow.”
“Looks like I sent it to the kids but forgot to add your name. I’ll try again. Okay, here it comes.”
“Guess what? Now that we’ve refinanced the house and added an extra payment at the end of each year, we’re killing this thing. Great, huh?” Big smile!
ME muttering in prayer: Lord, what in your name, do I have to say to make it clear that I need quiet? And I’m not the only one. I read in an article in the paper this week that one of the greatest challenges couples face is a lack of personal space. I get it. I remember my mother going bananas with my dad in their later years. He loved to tell people that he never wanted her to be further from him than an arm’s length.
She, on the other hand, had a football field in mind. After fifty-some years of marriage, twenty-five years of raising four children, and the same number of years having her father live with our family, Mom wanted—make that needed—quiet time alone to think and pray and be.
But now that I’m a widow of almost two years I long for the sound of Charles’ voice–for his easy smile and big blue eyes that I adored. Each morning I light a candle at the breakfast table in his honor. Oh, how I miss sitting with him side by side eating oatmeal, praying, and planning our days. Now I sit in reflection, missing Charles, but knowing God is providing all of my needs.
“My God will use his glorious riches to give you everything you need. He will do this through Christ Jesus.”