Falling Short
Ever since my husband’s sudden passing I’ve turned things over and over in my head and my heart. I wish I would have said, “I love you” more often, held his hand more, and scratched his head and back every time he asked.
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Ever since my husband’s sudden passing I’ve turned things over and over in my head and my heart. I wish I would have said, “I love you” more often, held his hand more, and scratched his head and back every time he asked.
For the majority of my life, my waking moments were filled with the agenda for the day. I thought about what was on my husband’s to-do list and tailored my day to our schedules. I knew the general flow of the day, but it was a given that we’d have dinner together each evening, then (more than likely) get ice cream, and end the day relaxing at home.
I used to be an Executive Assistant in a Fortune 500 company that almost every American is familiar with. Because the company is publicly traded, my boss’s name, salary, and bonuses were public knowledge. This made him fair game for anyone who had a service or sales pitch they felt sure he needed to hear.
One of the sweetest times I spent with my children was at the end of the day when I put them to bed. If they hadn’t completely exhausted themselves, I used that time to listen to their viewpoint of the day. I especially loved to ask them to share three things they were thankful for. They would have gladly shared more than three, but I had to put a limit on it or they’d talk till dawn.
When my children went through the stage of worrying that I would die, I could totally relate. I’d been worried about departing much too soon from the moment I laid eyes on them.
As the first example of authority my children experience, I want to prepare them for other legitimate authority figures—teachers, law enforcement, employers, government officials, etc.—to whom they will answer when not under my influence or protection. My children must understand authority and their shared responsibility, so they can live in peace and safety.
When it comes to love, every human heart has the desire to be known, appreciated, valued. Yet it is becoming standard practice to be physically intimate before knowing who we can trust with our hearts. We grant access to the most intimate parts of our bodies, not realizing the heart longs for a much deeper intimacy.
People are pretty much the same. While there are obvious physical or ethnic differences and various preferences, every human heart is—without exception—in search of something or someone who will convince us that we are valued.
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