perspective.

It is 7:41pm as I sit down to start this.  I so count down the hours and minutes until my husband and I are both home from work and get to spend the evening together.  All day, I look forward to hearing the door open and hear "hi baby" come up stairs from the front door.  It's one of my favorite parts of each day.  We get to sit down and eat dinner together, catch up on our days, watch a little tv/or a movie together, and just relax - being together.  Before getting married, John and I were long-distance dating from the day we met; thus, when we were together for a few days at a time, we wanted to pack everything in (not leaving much "kick back" time).  It is so nice to have that time, almost every night now.

Except on days like today.

Which happen far more frequently than I like them to.

You see, my husband's job is 100% the opposite of me.  It's not consistent. It's constantly and always in the state of emergencies (he does HVAC so is always fixing some type of crisis).  You sort of never know until the hour of, when he'll be home, and he might just have to go back out and run a call.  It's hard for my super-planner (what time should I have dinner on the table - personality) to let go of this and step back taking it literally hour by hour.  It's not rare that I get a text at 6:20pm saying "heading home" and then a call 5-10 minutes later saying "i've just gotten a call down in yadda yadda town, 40 minutes away that I have to take care of".  Yeah - that type of thing.

And as I sit here (at now 7:47 pm - dang I'm cranking this thing out?!), I start to feel sad for myself that I'm home alone, missing my husband and the fact that he's still in DC -leaving no time soon - which means he won't be home before bed kind-of-thing.  I had dinner prepped to go that'll have to wait for tomorrow, a nightly walk in mind, and the list of things could go on...But then, I stop myself.

My sweet, hard-working husband, is out busting his tail for me. For our little family, our future.  He is the one going on a 15 hour work day (and trust me, his work is NOT sitting at a cubicle).  He is the one physically and emotionally exhausted and drained.  He's the one getting home past bedtime tonight and will be back up at 5:45 am for another work day (that could look like a 7am-6:30pm day, or one like today - he won't know until the day brings its course).

How selfish of me to even think to take pity on myself.  To feel sorry for myself sitting at home alone.  It's all about perspective, you see.  What a huge blessing it is that my husband has a job, and works passionately for it.

So tonight, as I sit here with my laptop, dog, and a candle burning, I'm going to choose to be happy that my husband is working right now.  He is a fiercely devoted husband, a man that follows the Lord, and uses all his work to glorify his Creator. To Him be the glory!

Thanks for walking with us,
JL