Has anyone got a husband as crazy unpredictable as mine? My man is the most amazing guy I know. I truly could not look anywhere and find half so much a man as mine. He is the person I respect the most in this world. Perhaps there are others out there,
but God has given me something unique.
Besides being a super intelligent doctor, he has a deep integrity, the hardest working attitude I have EVER seen, the delight of his heart is me and his children CLEARLY, and a close second (and perhaps more vocalized)
is his passion for fishing. He divides his time up fairly and wisely. He listens! He knows not to over spoil me, and when to. He looks at me… really sees me often, and I feel the surge of pleasure knowing he is thanking God for my company. He is a pleasure
to work for, a good cook, a very self-disciplined man in all areas of life, including running, parenting, work, our bush block requirements, and his dedicated time with God.
Super husband? Yes. Occasionally hard to live with? Sure, why not. Perfection
comes with a huge skill at analyzing things. My husband analyzes everything, and it has brought us to an incredible place in our lives. Only on the VERY few occasions have I noticed his analysis cause paralysis. This paralysis can be frustrating at times,
and yet has taught me restraint and to live simply and not as a doctor’s wife could typically.
I say this about the paralysis of analysis, because I may have caught his way of assessing everything. I am a tad scared to take the next step
and entangle with publishing companies to bring this book to life. It must be done, but each time I review the options before me, I am not clearer as to the correct way forward. My gut instinct still says to wait. To fine tune the third quarter that I may
not be able to do when I hand over my signature. To pray more, and receive more reviews from friends, family, pastors, and our work colleagues. And yet a passion is burning holes inside me when I think of snatching another soul from the binds of slavery, whether
in the mind from addictions, or in the physical with the unrelentless slave trade cancering our world.
I’ll give it two more weeks, and reassess – with the aim to decide. Till then, prayer… and some good healthy time with my adorable
I forgot to mention, he came home from an after work run yesterday, just up from our home, and pulled me outside to peak into the back of his ute. Full of surprises, I was delighted to hear the sound of a baby wild pig. We have plenty
around. The story was, he was running along a narrow part between the stream and a cliff, when turning a corner a large sow with about 12 half-grown piglets were running ahead of him with nowhere immediate to get away.
Having lost his last years pig
to the call of nature, he pulled off his headphone cord and picked up the squealing runt, tied its foot to a tree and ran back to get his ute to bring him home. Yes, a little boy is the new addition to our family. Our last pig he called Fluffy (for the children
– he says!) and this one is called Fuffy in honor.
Our new friend is already used to our back scratches and is a happy, well-mannered, overfed guts. I love him already. God made an incredible world to live in and His mind flawlessly seams together
to create endless wonder breathe into our souls.