And this is a time for boasting. Let me tell you a little bit about my wife. While I was away from home, en route to my current military deployment, she too was preparing. She, however, was enduring the acute pain of endometriosis, traveling to see me one last time before my departure, preparing for the most invasive surgery one can imagine, maintaining the household, finances and property chores alone, as well as fighting ‘empty nest’ depression (yes, the kids are gone too, for the most part).
Since she knew she wouldn’t be in any condition to do very much at all immediately following her surgery, she began writing letters to me ahead of time, sealing and packaging them together to send, with clear instructions to open just one each morning. She then rallied friends on the home front and arranged a schedule whereby she could continue her regular routine of sending me care packages using friends as surrogates.
The letters were sometimes cards, sometimes brief notes, and other times excerpts from one of two books she’s writing (oh, yes, in case she had nothing else to do, she decided to simultaneously take on two writing projects). More often than not, though, the letters were hand-written, thoughtful, heart-baring letters that hearkened back to another era; an era where no telephone or email existed, and where the art of communication via the written word was at its height.
This woman, who should by all rights be demanding my return from this war to care for her during her convalescence, instead thought only of providing for my well-being. I, therefore, am compelled to boast about this amazing woman’s perseverance and faith in all the persecutions and trials she is enduring.
2 Thessalonians 1:4
Therefore…, we boast about your perseverance and faith in all the persecutions and trials you are enduring.
Te dua, bukarosha.
