“Theology comes in answer to the call that issues from the event harbored in the name of God, as a way to hear it, heed it, and hearken to it; to pray over it; and to set the music of this event to words. Theology tries to follow the tracks of the name of God, to stay on the trail it leaves behind as it makes its way through our lives. The name of God, it should be insisted, is not a term of art, a technical or lifeless word coined by philosophers for their speculative purposes, but it is a word forged in the fires of life, in the joys and sorrows of ordinary life, a word we invoke on the most casual as on the most solemn occasions, signaling something familiar, even commonplace, yet bottomless, always on the tip of our tongues, yet incomprehensible.”—The Weakness of God | John D. Caputo (via rentfabric)
This past week I have learned that love cares for you when you’re sick. I knew that already. Well, better stated, I assumed that already. My assumptions about this idea was proven true this week, as it became a reality.
I’ve never experienced this from someone other than my mom. Even still, this love is something different.
Experiencing this from my husband is something I don’t want to ever take for granted. I was awaken at three in the morning last Thursday with a pain like i’ve never experienced before. Steven took me to Walmart at 4 am to buy me medicine. After returning, he helped me apply the medicines, warmed me a heating pad, and tucked me in. He jumped up and ran to my side of the bed when I woke up screaming and crying in pain. He wiped my tears and rubbed my back. We didn’t sleep at all that night. He woke up for work, but before he left we realized my ear was bleeding, so he stayed out of work to take me to the doctor. I’ve been told that I have a double infection in my right ear. I have an infected ear canal and an infected ear drum. It’s possible that I have a hole in my ear drum, but my ear was too swollen to tell at the time. My ear infection has caused my teeth, jaw, neck and right side of my head to be in pain. Yet he’s been nothing but gentle and loving. Every morning and every night he puts my special ear drops in my ear and gives me a warm heating pad. He suffers in sleeping without our fan on to keep me from getting sicker. He even cleans the disgustingness out of my ear just because he wants to, not because I ask.
This week, I’ve learned more about this good-looking chap that I’ve married. Each day he is more than the man I had ever expected to be blessed with. Each day I am so thankful. Each day I am so in love.