Mr. Blessing has come to my rescue.
Last Monday I woke with a strange eye infection and despite antibiotics, it kinda took over. I'm still on bedrest with no voice and a tupperware container full of medicines beside me. Mr. Blessing is answering emails, shipping orders, cooking meals (hamburgers for breakfast??), doing laundry, watching puppies, going to school orientations and sports meetings, doting on me like a grandma and generally holding it all together.
A few nights ago, in the wee morning hours, he thought I was sleeping. He rolled over in bed, put his hand on my arm and he prayed for me. I was reminded that several years ago, when I was a single mom, I heard a woman say that she woke up that morning and her husband was on his knees at her bedside praying for her. She laughed about how it "scared the s*** out of her". She made fun of him. I nearly cried as she told the story. In my heart I said, "Oh Father, I would give anything to have a husband like that."
That moment, when Mr. Blessing was praying for me and I was pretending to sleep, I was praying grateful words, remembering that other woman's story and how my heart ached for a Godly husband. Kinda funny, isn't it - Two people laying beside each other, praying silently for one another in the middle of the night.
Silent overflowing blessings!