Before we went to church last night we stopped in at Taco Cabana. We had just gotten our food when a friend that is going through a divorce walked in with his son. They had stopped at McDonald's for the kid and our friend went to go order. We were excited to see him as we had not had the opportunity to visit with him since Christmas. After he had gotten his meal and started talking, the course of conversation made me have heart pangs for our friend.
There was a sense of emptiness, loneliness and sadness about our friend. His line of work requires him to be front and center, to protect and defend our community, and he is well respected. He just won some award from his job this past weekend. He went back to the hotel after the awards ceremony and just crashed. No one was there to wish him congratulations, to give him a hug, to kiss him, to say that they were proud of him. My heart ached for him and what he is going through with the painful loss of his marriage.
Mainly, it has made me aware that I need to be thankful for what a wonderful husband that I have and I earnestly pray that I am as good to my husband as he is to me. Why is it that it takes tragedies to make me realize how important we are to each other? Why can't I just wake up each morning and love my husband, love God and love others?
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