My husband asked for my help today. I really, really, really didn’t want to. I’m tired (been working very hard over the last few days) and he wanted help painting (something I really, really, really don’t like to do). The thing is, he’s tired too. He’s been working as hard (or harder) than I have, so I made myself get up and grab the bucket and paint brush. We worked for a couple of hours and got it all done. There was a nice sense of accomplishment and, for me, a lovely sense of “I’m glad I pushed through to being helpful.” There’s something about sacrificing a bit and being helpful that washes the soul. My husband was pretty grateful too. Overall a good day.
I encourage y’all to push through to helpfulness now and then too. On the receiving end it’s such a blessing to have someone respond with a “yes” and help out. It builds a tenderness between folks and that’s a good thing in a marriage.
We can do no great things, only small things with great love. Mother Teresa
Be generous! Lori <><