Last night, when I put the littles to bed, I could not find baby girl's pacifier ANYWHERE. We looked under the couch, in the toy boxes, in the drawers and cabinets, and left no pile of laundry unturned. It had simply vanished, and baby girl was screaming bloody-murder. One of my toddlers still uses a pacifier, and has never been picky about the brand. So, I grabbed a handful of her old ones, and took them down to try them out. One by one I stuck them in her mouth. One by one she angrily threw them across the room, her screams reaching a deafening pitch.
I was about to throw myself on the floor to cry myself to sleep, when I had a thought (clearly the Holy Spirit). I reached underneath her mattress, and ran my hand along the side. Ah ha! I felt it! It was with victorious joy that I pulled it from its hiding spot. But, when I placed it in her mouth, I realized that it was not the yellow one I had been searching for, but its pink twin we had lost four months earlier!
I ran upstairs and said to Hubby, "You will not believe what I just found!"
"What?"
"The pink one!"
"What, where was it?!!"
I told him and we both laughed hysterically, enjoying the peaceful silence that was now emanating from our sleeping babies.
I went on with my evening, cleaning the kitchen and packing Hubby's lunch for the next day. It wasn't until right before bed that it hit me, "He thought it was as funny as I did!"
A very wise friend of mine, right after Hubby and I began the recovery process, gave me the following advice, "Growth in people is sometimes a lot like trying to watch a tree grow. It's very slow, and if you're anxiously watching for it, you probably won't see much. But, if you look back a year from now, you should be able to see a significant change."
A year ago, even six months ago, Hubby would not have been connected enough to share in last night's little joy. The same conversation would probably have gone more like this:
"You will not believe what I just found!"
What?"
"The pink one!"
"The pink what?"
"The pink pacifier."
"Oh, that's nice."
He just didn't get it. Me, the kids, husband, father...he was clueless. These roles required too much from him emotionally, and he was not able to open himself up in order to receive from us. He was nice to me (in word) but we were far from being one. It's a funny way for God to reveal growth, but what a wonderful way! It's all about the little things, right? In this case, a tiny pink pacifier.
My husband is a JW and he has a sexual addiction how it hurts ..this has been going on for more than 10 years...this is very hard..hes not saved and he has this problem..please pray for me
Posted by: kisha G | July 13, 2008 at 06:57 PM