A friend of mine commented as Doug and I were preparing to leave for South Africa: “…you are only going to have each other to lean on over there.” The Oxford Dictionary of English defines “lean on” as to rely on or derive support from. We’ve done more leaning on each other this season of our lives than any other.
Doug has adapted much easier to our life here. He drives on the left hand side of the road with no problems and he comprehends what people are saying when I’m standing there with the look of irritation and thoughts of why can’t they just speak English. When I hear the word “humility” I think of my husband and when I hear “pride” I think of myself.
It has not been as easy for me. It took a while for me to be able to drive. Before I finally learned, I felt like a bird in a cage. If I try something a few times and fail the “I” of “pride” rises up and decides to quit trying. The fact of having to rely on anyone, even if it’s my husband, brings out the “I” that forces my heart to harden and drives my fingernail into my palm to cease any tears that might bring needed cleansing.
Yet we talk…asking ourselves the same questions that many a missionary has probably asked themselves after the honeymoon is over.
Then he takes my hand and prays…humbly thanking God for all He has done in our lives and calmly laying our petitions before Him. The “I” gets lost in prayer and a tear hits the pillow…
Thank you, Lord, for the husband you’ve given me to lean on.