Upon hearing of the news that my grandfather, who was living overseas, was suddenly ill, my husband temporarily laid down his job and left. Two months have passed since my husband passed away.
I didn’t realize that the moment we were apart would make a meaningful difference for us.
Caring for her ill father, she said, helped her husband reflect on himself.
He reflected on the moments he had spent with Father alone and said that he was sorry, when he was not kind enough to me.
And she began to treat me with the same gentle tone as when they first met. Say the words, “I love you, honey,” naturally.
Father’s battle against an illness helped us rebuild our love for each other.
I am now experiencing the same saying in my sermon, “Blessings come wrapped in the cloth of suffering.” 🙏