A couple of weeks ago I broke my collarbone while sledding. Tensions were raising and healing was becoming unsurmountable. I know my words became snappy and unkind as I became overwhelmed with frustration and pain.
My love did not throw his hands up in the air and give up. He went grocery shopping on the way home from work. He got home and I heard him putting things away when downstairs he comes, placing these right in front of where I’ve been camped out in our recliner in a sling with pillows propped around.
This thoughtful hunk of man provided undeniable proof of beauty from God’s hand. Immediately transforming negative perspectives to a feeling of gratitude and awe. Everytime I look at the rich colors, touch the soft petals or breath in the wonderful scents this upward lift occurs.
I am fully blessed with possibly the best man on the planet who knows a gift of flowers will lift spirits any day of the year. His love actions pop up right when most needed. No holiday is required.