My Heroine, My Wife

Our family made it back to Africa yesterday after three weeks apart.  At the risk of sounding like a soppy, love-sick husband who desperately missed his wife (which I am), I just have to write something in praise of this remarkable woman.  Before we married, she sat out on many worldwide adventures and always took care of herself.  Since we married, however, I have taken over a lot of the details, especially of traveling, so she was beginning to wonder whether or not she would be able to make the trip and take care of the boys without me.  Well, of course, she did, and she did a great job. 

She did a great job, but not an easy job.  Our youngest seemed to be especially stressed out from being displaced from home and from dad, and this showed up as some not-so-nice behavior quite frequently.  But Maureen handled it and did what had to be done, often under the disapproving eyes of on-lookers.  On the trip, she found time for medical checkups, visits with friends and family, worship, and both the fun and not-so-fun sides of mothering.

She did a great job, but she wore herself out.  Now she’s sick in bed with a combination of a cold, the flu, and jetlag, getting rest that she more-than-deserves.  I just wanted to take this opportunity to rise up and call her blessed—and a blessing.