Monday, May 18, 2015

sweet release

Yesterday, in anticipation of our move, the hubs was released as bishop of our ward.  Of course, I bawled all morning. I was unprepared for the mad rush of feels for the ways he has been strengthened and we have been blessed.  I also didn't realize how chaotic the norm had been until after the meeting was all over.  It's hard to explain, but I'd gotten used to not having a husband at church. I don't mean that in a negative way - I learned that the best thing I could do for him was to stay back and give him space to let him do what he needed to do.  In the process, I was crazy blessed with help from those around me.

And then all of the sudden, I had him back.  The weight he had been carrying was visibly gone.  I can't even describe it - it really was something I could see as much as sense.  He got home and rested for the first time in so long that I can't even remember.  I'm grateful for the journey.  I'm also grateful for the little breaks along the way.

Now if someone would just get on up and buy our house, we could get on to the next adventure... (I'm also tired of keeping it "show" clean.  NOT NATURAL.)


Jane said...

Awww, congratulations! Well done on being the bishop's wife, by the way. I totally try to emulate you in that regard.
Party on!

Master P said...

You saved me a huge headache by giving me the advice to learn the sentence "I am NOT the bishop." Best bishop wife advice ever :)

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