If you read the book The Five Languages by Gary Chapman, you can discover your mates love language and help deepen your communication level. I have learned through this process that often love languages are not the same between spouses.
For my husband, his is acts of service. He feels blessed
when I cook him dinner each night or pick up something that was on his ‘to do’
list.
My love language is words of encouragement. When Carl shares
with me how he feels about something I did or uplifts me during the day with a
quick text – I feel blessed like a bright sunshiny day.
Now if Carl tries to use ‘his’ love language to lift me up –
the results are not as favorable. It’s
not that I don’t appreciate when he helps around the house or does something
for me – but I feel more inspired when he pours words of encouragement into my
spirit.
However – this past weekend – things changed.
I ate a tainted meal and my stomach decided to remove what I
placed in it throughout the night.
My husband and I needed to do two presentations first thing the
following morning. After being up all
night, my energy level was at a 1.2. We managed
to pull it together and pressed on to complete our presentations. I stayed away from any food or drinks because
I didn’t want to have to leave the front room in a rush and scare everyone else
in the proce4ss.
After lunch – my me but my husband – we had a small break to
regroup. We took the elevator to the
lobby and sought out some medication in the hotel store. Sadly, they didn’t have anything I needed. However,
the woman at the shop mentioned there was a pharmacy two lights down the
road.
I was going to take the walk with my husband – but my stomach
disagreed and overruled the decision. My
husband said he could take the trip by foot and be back in time for the next
presentation. So off he went, and I went
back to our room and laid down to get some rest.
I woke up about ½ hour later realizing he wasn’t back yet. I
went to pick up the phone and call him but realized he also left his phone in
the room. Panic set in as I went on my
phone to look up the closest pharmacy and suddenly realized it wasn’t a couple lights
away, but a mile away. We didn’t have a
car and my husband was on foot, with no phone or watch in an unfamiliar
area. Oh, and by the way, it was a fairly
warm day in that town, and he was wearing a long sleeve shirt thinking he was
only going to be a few minutes.
After almost 45 minutes later I headed towards the elevator
to go downstairs and let everyone know we were going to be late. I was suddenly greeted by a very tired and
hot husband when the elevator doors opened.
He had traveled the mile to the store and back. He had realized how far away it was but still
pressed on until he conquered the medication I needed. I was so glad to see him.
Words of encouragement were not going to help me that
day. No amount of praise would help my
stomach feel better. I desperately needed
my husband’s acts of service. I was so
grateful for his loving gesture that helped me through the rest of the day.
I wasn’t able to eat again till the following day, but my
stomach started the healing process with the new meds.
Never forget, a love language can change in an instant depending
on your situation.
I am also so grateful for my husband…
1 Corinthians 13:4-8
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not
boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking,
it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight
in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts,
always hopes, always perseveres. 8 Love never fails.
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