When I walked into the kitchen and saw this, I went into under-my-breath fuss mode. "He never empties the toaster crumbs after he uses this toaster! He never wipes down the outside of the toaster!" Before I could get wound up, I thought about a dear elderly woman whose beloved husband was called to his rest years ago. She told me how she regularly, quietly, and lovingly checked to make sure he turned off the toaster oven after heating his nightly snack: often a slice of her homemade pie that he'd top with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. She did this to keep the toaster oven from overheating-a fire hazard. She thought it was a small task considering what a hard-working man, wonderful father, and loving husband he was. He showed daily that he was a God-fearing man.
I'm thankful I thought of her words. I know she'd gladly continue to check the toaster oven if she could have him still here with her. My fussing attitude was promptly checked and replaced by thoughts of how my husband shows that he loves me. God sends what and who we need when we need such to help us grow. We have to be open to receive the grace He sends. I'm thankful I listened and was humbled.
Sylvia @www.sylviabrownroberts.com
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