Why we're here...

Love and marriage are the greatest adventures in life, and they point they way to our relationship with the Almighty.

We're honored to be a member of the Christian Marriage Bloggers Association...click on their logo to visit them.

undefined

Thursday, May 27, 2021

Replaceable Me

Things are really bad, and I usually now get Barb out of bed every night, when I'm screaming in pain, but nonetheless, I do try to keep fit.

To the point where today, Barb had a stubborn juice-bottle that she asked me to open.

She asked, kind of rhetorically, "What will I do when you're gone?"

My response was, "Get a good pair of channel-lock pliers, some duct tape, and some JB Weld. That'll do it."

We can delve deep into this conversational exchange, but what's the point?

The juice-top lid was staying on,

and you had to ask for aid;

“When you're gone, what will I do?”

That, my dear, is what you said.

I understand the deep emotion

that doth lie behind this plaint;

not disrespecting your devotion,

don't make me what I ain't.

Get some channel-locking pliers,

duct-tape, and some JB Weld,

and you'll find that hell's own fires

can, with these, be distant-held.

I love you, dear but am a tool

that is, at end, replaceable.

Apologies to those who left comments that went unanswered. With the spring winds come long interruptions in internet service, and I've been really, really sick. Internet works in the wee hours, but I just can't anymore.

Music from Brad Paisley, with I'm Gonna Miss Her. Please click here if the video doesn't load on your device.


Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.

Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.

Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.







20 comments:

  1. Not sure how the video of choosing fishing over "your" wife illustrates your point. Am I missing something?

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Barb, no, you're not missing anything. I just put in the video for fun; and I don't even fish!

      Delete
  2. No need to reply. Just praying you continue to have sweet exchanges with your love! It's a gift...each kiss...each aid. Jennifer FMF

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Jennifer, you're so right. Each moment with her is a gift.

      Delete
  3. I hope Barb clobbered you with the channel-lock pliers. xo

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Susan, she didn't use the channel-locks to whack me, but she DID make good use of the duct tape. XOXOXOXO

      Delete
  4. You may be "replaceable" but you are eternal - and the difference you have made in our lives is, too. (Karen FMF #15)

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Karen, thank you so much for this. Truly.

      Delete
  5. Continuing in prayer for you as you endure increased pain. Please know that your writing has an impact on all of us.

    When I think about it, I often say the same thing to my husband that your wife said to you. It comes from a place of honesty in the present moment mixed with a bit of fear for the future. I truly don't know how I would handle all of the things he does for me if he were to move to heaven before me. In addition to handling our financial affairs, he handles so many of our household maintenance and repairs. I would miss his ability to quickly dig out stubborn plants in the garden, and how he easily opens the lid on an equally stubborn peanut-butter jar that make my advancing arthritis flare. Marriage is such a partnership and it is hard to think of doing any part of it without the one we love.

    Thank you for pushing through your pain to meet up with your FMF friends here today.

    ~ Cindie at FMF #26

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Cindie, thank you so much for this thoughtful comment, so full of honesty and truth!

      It is hard to know what we would do without one another in the partnership of marriage; my background tends to point me toward an attitude of personal expendability, and in the context of 'then' it was not wrong, but it can leak out into the 'now', which is not really a good thing.

      Thank you so much for being here!

      Delete
  6. I know it rubs some people the wrong way to think about, but while we serve a unique purpose here on the earth and there is no one like us--work and life continues after we're gone. Your wife (and many, many others!) will miss you once you've crossed over and you will leave a hole behind, but the lids will still be opened, somehow. Knowing this helps us to embrace the shortness of human life and enjoy each precious day.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Ellie, exactly that...life does, and must, go on. The lids will be opened...how terrible if they were not!

      Thank you so much for this!

      Delete
  7. Expendable? Replaceable? Not the years, not the bond, not the fight, not the passion nor the anguish. Only those things that another can do are replaceable, not who one truly is. And who knows how to say the right words during times like this. Prayers always for you both.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Mary, you said it perfectly, that what we do can be replaced, but what we are...never.

      Thank you so much for bringing me this clarity, and always, for your prayers!

      Delete
  8. Andrew, you continue to amaze me, and yes, in the end... we can be replaced...but always will be missed. visiting from FMF32

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Annette, thank you...you summed this up beautifully.

      Delete
  9. Those every day little moments. They are most precious here - and will, one day, the most missed!!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Jennifer, you're so right...I've forgotten many 'big' moments, but the small joys live on.

      Delete
  10. love and admire the humor in the hard moments... praying for you daily.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Misty, thank you so much for these lovely affirming words, and most especially, for your prayers!

      Delete