The garage door closed behind our vehicle, signaling my husbands departure for the day, but no more than 30 seconds later, my cellphone started to ring.
It was him.
He’s always my favorite phone call.
I answered the call immediately, thinking he may have forgotten something (since he had just left) but it wasn’t him that had forgotten something…it was me. His call was just to ask me, if I remembered to take my medicine for the day. UGH!!! Of course I didn’t…why can’t I remember that one simple thing? I’m supposed to take it every morning, but mornings are hard, and often I forget. Many days he will bring me my medicine, and my favorite jug of water, since I’m so forgetful, but he doesn’t just hand me the pills to take, he extends the straw in my direction, then drops the pills into my mouth. That day he didn’t bring me my medicine, so he called, because he loves me, and wants me to be taken care of.
His one little phone call, and his almost daily distribution of thyroid medicine remind me, that love is in the little things.
A different day, I stood barefoot on the cold pavement of our driveway. I had ventured out to bring our trash cans in, in an effort to lighten his load, but ended up standing outside for much longer than planned, because I was blessed with the opportunity to catch up briefly with a precious neighbor-friend, that I hadn’t seen in a while. The taking out, and bringing in of the trash is “his” chore (and the vacuuming is mine) but I knew that he had had a long day, and his body could use the break. Bringing in the trash can that evening was just one way I could remind him, that my love for him is in the little things.
In the few moments I stood on the pavement, with my arms crossed tightly across my chest, I felt a familiar and comforting feeling. He had crept outside with one of his coats, and gently draped it over my shoulders, not speaking a single word to me. He knew I was cold, but was enjoying the I moment shared with my friend, so he comforted me, and slipped quietly back inside. His love was again, in the little things.
All my life I had imagined that love was this grand thing, filled with pomp and circumstance. Flowers, music, candle light, etc. I thought that the more you loved someone, the grander the gestures would be, but no, I was wrong. Sure, we all enjoy lavish or romantic things from time to time, and honestly. lavish looks different to everyone (to me, lavish love looks an awful lot like carbohydrates.) But when push comes to shove, love isn’t found in the flowers and candle light dinners like it’s portrayed in the books and movies, that’s romance. Love is found in the day to day things we do, to be intentional with our care and concern for one another. Love is found in sometimes being inconvenienced, but putting someone else’s needs before your own.
By this all will know that you are My disciples, if you have love for one another. John 13:35
Love is found in the kind ways we speak to one another, or the genuine attention we pay to small details.
Love is remembering how they like their coffee, or if they like coffee at all.
Love is found in noticing the smallest change in facial expressions and body language, and knowing if and how we should respond based on those things. (Do they need some quiet time to sort out their thoughts, or are they just hangry and need a little snack?)
Love is reminding them of important things (like medicine) and helping them accomplish tasks if necessary. (I fill out all of the paperwork, for everything, ever…and he brings me my pills.)
Love is holding someones hand when they are afraid.
Love is being a good listener.
Love is encouragement when someone is feeling defeated. We all need someone to help us up, when we’re weary, or when life has knocked us down.
Trust me when I say, there’s no romantic candle light when my husband brings me my thyroid medicine. There’s no music playing softly in the background, nothing. Its usually just screaming at the kids to get their shoes on and stop touching each other before someone gets a spanking, as he shoves the giant cup of water in my face while I’m brushing my hair. (Seriously though, some days it’s honestly a miracle I haven’t choked to death with the way he hurriedly plops those thyroid pills into my mouth during the morning rush. I told you mornings are tough at our house, but he cares enough about me, to make sure I’m taking my medicine, even if he gets out the door a few moments later than he wanted to and almost chipped my tooth with one little pill, smaller than a tic-tac.) <–I’m kidding… my teeth are fine.
The day he brought me his coat, he had done nothing more than kiss me hello, before noticing I was cold. It wasn’t because my teeth were chattering (and now that I think of it, maybe that’s when a candle would have come in handy…) but it was because of how I was standing that he noticed I was cold. He noticed I was barefoot with my arms folded tightly across my chest. He didn’t need to ask me if I was cold, he’s paid enough attention to me over the years to know that I was, so he quietly slipped inside, found his warmest jacket in the hall closet, and covered me in it to comfort me. He probably wanted to just go inside after a long day’s work, and put his feet up and rest for a moment, but no, he went inside, and brought me his coat first.
Love was found in the little things.
You can keep your flower petals my friend. Flowers are of no use when you’re standing outside, freezing to death, all because you tried to be kind and bring the trash inside.
How are you finding little ways, to love one another?
In His Love,