My smile was short-lived last week.
Flu invaded my body. Out of nowhere, brutal, microscopic creatures brought me to my knees, had me cry, “Uncle!”
Three days disappeared while I slept, smothered beneath blankets. Trust me. I did NOT look like Sleeping Beauty and nobody dared wake me with a kiss.
By the fifth day, the novelty of being sick was over. I longed to enter the sunny world outside my bedroom window, but Flu turned into Bronchitis. Life was in a holding pattern while I waited for good health.
But nothing’s wasted.
While I lay comatose watching a steady dose of classic TV Land reruns, there was a jewelry commercial that told men: “Show your love by giving her a diamond.”
I shook my feverish head.
What does a diamond have to do with LOVE?
Does a bigger diamond mean I love you MORE?
After thirty three years of marriage, I know how Husband shows love and it doesn’t come in a jewelry box.
Love is action.
Husband shows love when flu makes me look like Road Kill, and yet he brings me a cup of tea, and runs a hot bath to soak my achy body.
Husband shows love when I’m coughing up phlegm and he asks me what I need from the store even though he just worked all day.
Husband shows love when I’m worried about my family and household duties, but he says, “Rest, everything is under control.”
Husband shows love when he gives me 18 pink roses even though I can’t smell them, and I know he’s tired of being Mr. Mom.
Love is revealed in a hundred small acts of service, in sickness and health, multiplied through the years.
“Love is not affectionate feeling, but a steady wish for the loved person’s ultimate good as far as it can be obtained” C. S. Lewis
“Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking,
It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.” (1 Corinth 13:4-8)
Funny, that a jewelry commercial should spark my ire.
But last week, I was shown love, and it did NOT look like a diamond.