So my husband searched the internet far and wide in order to find the perfect way to brew our coffee at home. He resolved to a 12-cup Bodum French Press (pictured above). It includes a stainless steel filter, top, frame and a glass test tube-like center. It is a wonderful thing in our household.
One day. I was spinning Wyatt around in the kitchen. His feet tapped the drying rack on the counter and the french press, which had been drying on the rack toppled over into the sink...and broke.
At this point in my life, I had been reading "Feminine Appeal" and on this day in my life, I had read the chapter on biblical submission. It was a fresh, motivating look into my calling as a wife. And prior to this incident I was PUMPED about exercising submission.
I hesitated to even tell Wes while he was at work what I had done. Definitely was tempted to just wait until he got home. Fighting through those thoughts, I decided while we were speaking on the phone to go ahead and expose myself, swinging Wyatt around and all.
He was very kind in his response. He didn't question me. He didn't even ask why I had been swinging Wyatt around. He simply laughed a little and immediately got online and began researching 12-cup Bodum french presses at a reduced price. As they are rather pricey.
While we were still talking, he was not finding these french presses at a price in which he was satisfied and resolved to say
"It's okay. We'll just figure something else out in the morning."
Translation - we/he will not be getting our delicious fresh coffee we have become so accustomed to!!
I offered to do whatever he wanted in order to get a french press into our kitchen on this day. Including, the big wammy. Yep - wake my sleeping children and throw them into my car, driving from one store to another, risking everything that comes with a defeating trip to the store.
Wes patiently, kindly persisted that I not worry about it. And that he'd be fine. Having read my biblical submission chapter, I bit my tongue and followed his lead. I knew very well what sort of sacrifice this was for him. He truly waited and waited and waited to find the right french press, saved up and from the day he opened up the package it arrived in, we have enjoyed it to the hilt!
Well. We hung up. I felt terrible. Mostly for my husband. And for me as well. His kind reaction made me feel that much more bad for him.
As God's providence would have it, Wes's office had been arrayed from top to bottom with people's junk in preparation for an upcoming church yard sale. I mean, more than $10,000 worth of people's junk make its way into his office at one time or another and into our CLC. His frustration had been building and he was becoming weary day in and day out of trying to get work done amidst the junk.
He began fitting in cleaning out time into his daily schedule at work in order TO be able to get things done.
Picking back up to our conversation. Upon Wes hanging up from our phone conversation, he began to do his regular cleaning up. Moving boxes, items, clothes and other junk out of his office and into the CLC.
On this particular day, at this particular moment, he discovered that there was a 12-cup Bodem French Press.
My wise and patient husband bought it for $1 and brought it home to our household.
Did you know that the Lord was that kind? I felt so humbled/honored/won over by that kind act that I just had to pull my Wyatt into the kitchen and tell him how much the Lord loves us.
He even cares about the way we love our COFFEE!
Thank you Father, for your rewards that come from following you...and our husbands.
And in the words of Carolyn Mahaney:
"God, you always back this guy up."
