A Servant

I miss you.

I finally sat down on the plane to come home to you. Brody is sitting next to me, our flight was delayed 2 hours. Lame.

I have missed you this trip. I seem to check out and disconnect from you and the kids when I am gone...I guess I get in the zone and get work done. It was a good solid week of work, but several times I said how much I missed you.

This verse also popped up...

Ecclesiastes 9:9 "live happily with the woman you love through all the meaningless days of life that God has given you under the sun. The wife God gives you is your reward for all your earthly toil."

I love the thought of reward, like a gift, not an object but a reward to love, adore, work for. I love you.

You have been more vulnerable lately. I like it. Although it does throw me off at times. But this week we were talking on the phone, I was on my way to see Mike Davis. You got irritated about a couple things. At first it bothered me. But then you texted me...you said you didn't feel like part of my life while I was gone. That struck me. It was honest. It was your heart. I want to see your heart and when you show it to me I want to handle it with care. Your heart matters.

As I thought about you this week I thought more and more about how we discussed what a servant you are. At your birthday dinner we were talking about your gift of service. You can walk into a room and see a need and serve. You are especially good at remembering what matters to people and serving them. When you serve you always have to go big...I guess your motto is if you are going to do it you might as well do it right. That goes for our daughters 18th and making pizzas for the youth group.

I love your servants heart.

I am ready to come home to you.

Ned