If there's one thing I know . . .

All you great men of power, you who boast of your feats -
Politicians and entrepreneurs.
Can you safeguard your breath in the night while you sleep?
Keep your heart beating steady and sure?
As you lie in your bed, does the thought haunt your head
That you’re really, rather small?
If there’s one thing I know in this life: we are beggars all.

All you champions of science and rulers of men,
Can you summon the sun from its sleep?
Does the earth seek your counsel on how fast to spin?
Can you shut up the gates of the deep?
Don’t you know that all things hang, as if by a string,
O’er the darkness - poised to fall?
If there’s one thing I know in this life: we are beggars all.

All you big shots that swagger and stride with conceit,
Did you devise how your frame would be formed?
If you’d be raised in a palace, or live out in the streets,
Did you choose the place or the hour you’d be born?
Tell me what can you claim? Not a thing - not your name!
Tell me if you can recall just one thing,
That’s not a gift in this life?

Can you hear what’s been said?
Can you see now that everything’s grace after all?
If there’s one thing I know in this life: we are beggars all.

Dustin Kensrue

My husband . . .

The title does not convey what this post will be about. Complaining? Bashing? Adoration? The third one, yes :)

Although I do have a lot to complain about after the week I've had, this is a grateful post. My husband is the best person I have ever known. He does so much for me. This week he has been doing more than usual.

I aggravated my SI joint in my lower back on Monday. And again this morning. So basically I have been hobbling around slowly a lot lately. Here are some of the things that have accompanied this irritating injury: pain while bending over, pain while standing up, pain while getting out of bed, pain while moving side to side, pain while walking, pain while sneezing, general pain. I think you get the picture. This pain (which has been pretty severe some of the time) has prevented me from doing a lot of things, or at least doing a lot of things without taking 5 minutes of struggling.

This is where my sweet husband comes in. He has been doing so much for me. There are little things, like picking things up off the floor because I can't bend over or getting the rice pack in the microwave so I can lay on the heat. But there have been a few times of excruciating pain that I have pretty much not been able to do anything for myself.

This morning, when I re-twisted the injury, I couldn't even move. What's worse, I was in the shower. Thank goodness I am married and didn't have to call in a roommate to come dry me off. So Jacob got to help me hobble out of the shower, help me get dressed, the whole sha-bang. While he was helping me get dressed, I got into a fit of such pain that I started drifting out of consciousness. Almost passing out was also accompanied by nausea. Jacob (who can't stand being around vomit) grabbed me a bowl and stood by rubbing my back as I gagged.

He has also been wonderful in helping me get things done. We had a lot of laundry to do yesterday, but I couldn't bend over enough to get anything out of the dryer. So he got to do it every time. Additionally, this morning I went out to buy my sister-in-law a present, and he came with me so I didn't have to carry it.

And although I have thanked him repeatedly for his generosity and sacrifice, he just keeps saying, "It's not a sacrifice, I love taking care of my honey."

What a sweetie. He is the best thing ever. I can't believe how lucky I am. :)