In Sickness and in Health
I know I’m not the only retired woman out there that entertains a nightmare memory of a past working day in my career.
This week Jeff popped up in my mind. I remember the sale for this fellow from Montana who purchased an acre of land in our beautiful valley in Arizona. When Jeff walked through one of our model homes, he made his decision to purchase quickly. As I wrote up the paperwork, I listened to Jeff dream about relocating and what that would look like for him in that beautiful home on his new property.
I answered all his questions but one. He ordered, not asked, that I find him a girlfriend to move in with him in his new home. I studied his face and realized he was serious!
“Make sure she is not over 35. And I don’t want any sick lady. She can’t have any kids either. I want her to be healthy and willing to enjoy my new life with me.”
To be honest, I could not think of any woman I know and dislike that much to fix up with Jeff. The sale never launched. Jeff’s credit did not permit the sale of the home.
Are there men like him out there?
My husband is opposite of Jeff. Tom compliments me more in our golden years than when we were younger! Thankfully, he doesn’t mind our kids or grandkids either!
Tom has been a gem these last weeks during my recuperation from surgery. He never complains with housework, cooking or driving me to physical therapy. When I couldn’t balance myself, he helped me bathe and he would have carried me if I couldn’t walk. I experienced real love at one of those times in my life when I felt most vulnerable.
I realize how blessed I am to have friends like you guys, too. Your prayers, emails, and cards placed a huge smile on my face. I told you I was scared of my first surgery and you sent me cyber hugs and peaceful thoughts, and wonderful words of encouragement!
I printed out your comments so when I felt discouraged, I could read them. The Scriptures you wrote covered me with calm and confidence.
I’m still in therapy strengthening the knee that feels like I have one hundred thick rubber bands on it. I’m happy to be able to ride my bike again and I can drive myself to my therapy appointments!
Thank you for every prayer for me! Thank you for caring and I ask God to bless you for your kindness.