I recently viewed a documentary-style presentation on late-night television detailing the post-war lives of some of our disabled Iraq veterans. It was heartwarming to see a married man who lost both of his legs up to the knee, battling PTSD and depression, yet with a smile on his face as he responded to questions from the reporter. He said his struggle was difficult, but he wasn’t alone. He said his wife never quit on him, even though fate had dealt them a gut-wrenching blow. They faced all the adversity together as one. He said his wife made all the difference in the world. They held hands as the pressed forward together, with Christ as their guide.
I have to say, a faithful wife like that is precious beyond words. She never said she wasn’t happy. She never said she was out of here. A person who would do that is all wrapped up in themselves. The Scottish have a saying that any person who is wrapped up in himself makes a mighty small package.
His wife promised to love him, to comfort him and to keep him all the days of her life, and she actually kept her word.
What a beautiful thing in this day of trashed marriages and easy divorces, in this day when a person’s word means nothing.