A Lesson In Humility
The hibiscus flower serendipitously became my flower after my husband’s death. One of the things I found it symbolized is “the perfect wife.”
Though I learned over time to be a really good wife, perfect I definitely was not.
A year ago, just before our anniversary, I succumbed to a classic wife move. To make a long story short, Nathan kind of badly dropped the ball when it came to our anniversary plans. I took great offense and said, “Forget it, I’ll go by myself up on the North Shore…you go to your planned event.” He apologized greatly, and would change his plans, but oh no…because he didn’t correct things of his own accord, I wouldn’t budge with my hurt.
The next morning we lay in bed, and he finally looked at me and asked, “Renee, what do you want me to do? I’ve done everything but grovel at your feet.” Laying way on the edge of my side of the bed, my head buried in my arms, I replied sadly, “Idk Nathan. Idk why I can’t let the hurt you caused go.”
Then I heard a little voice inside me say, “You are the problem, Renee. You are holding onto hurt he never intended and you will not forgive.” I began to quietly cry and said, “ It’s me, Nathan…I’m the one who’s been wrong this whole time.” Through my tears I said, “I am so sorry…I am so, so sorry!” He immediately reached over and wrapped his arms around me and told me he loved me. “It’s all going to be okay.” Compassion was his great strength.
We ended up having an amazing anniversary revisiting the places at which we had spent our honeymoon. I had no idea that would be our last anniversary celebration together. Do you know now how grateful I am that I embraced humility that morning and admitted my fault?
There are no words.
Love the truth, be humble, and love…love deeply and with all your heart. Do it now.❤