Why I Love My Husband

Reason #1

(after getting dressed in order to attend a memorial service) 

Me: "Hey hun, how do I look?"

Him: "Like you're going to a funeral but in a pretty way."

Reason #2

(late last night)

Me: "I feel really emotional right now and I don't know why."

Him: "Is it a girl thing?"

Me: "Probably."

Him: "What do you need to make it better?"

Me: "Right now all I want to do is curl up in bed and sip hot chocolate."

Him:"Do we have hot chocolate?"

Me: "No. I'll be alright."

He then puts slippers on and walks out the door: "I'll be back!" 

Twenty minutes later he walks in with gourmet dark hot chocolate in one hand and a piece of Ghiardelli (sp?) dark chocolate in the other. 

Disabled...

I was reading some blog posts and started following links (always educational) and ran across this blog about the current consequences of prenatal testing for disabilities, specifically Down Syndrome. If you haven't read it, I would recommend it.

That's not the blog I'm pondering about right now... I then found this entry which sparked a piercing conviction. It's discussing why Jesus did so many physical healings and yet never affirmed anyone as being in a perfect condition. I have to admit that I have had the exact same questions as mentioned in the post and found it a VERY beneficial read.

This got me to thinking about a lot of things, but primarily about these statements:

" Everyone, except the Son of God, was and is marked by sin. And that is infinitely worse than any disability."

"Sin is ALWAYS much worse than disability."

I have to honestly say that I rarely live as though it's worse to be a sinner without Christ than be a quadrapalegic . I most certainly never live as though it's far better to be a Down Syndrome adult with Jesus than a brilliant scholar/ exec/ strong woman without the grace of God.