It has been quite the week.
It began with an unexpected tooth pulling for Scott and a couple stitches in his mouth on Monday. It continued with him being fouled at his men's soccer game on Tuesday, falling hard and bracing himself with his thumb and hand.
It broke, in three spots. He had surgery this morning and is upstairs at this moment, valiantly attempting to avoid throwing up his copious amounts of pain meds as his hand swells to three times its size.
On a minor note, Wednesday, Charlotte decided to pick up a case of double pink eye, and Thursday I hosted Bible Study here at the house. Our leader Cris, had the amazing idea of attempting to recreate the last Thursday night of Jesus's life for the group.
We tried to pull together a rough tray of some of the food they were eating...
We read passages from John's gospel, about what happened around the table as they talked and then how Jesus washed their feet, as the ultimate example of humble, loving service.
The Lord knew I needed that reminder heading into this experience with Scott. I've been doing a Lent reading for the past 40 days from the Bible App on my phone. It was no mistake that Philippians 2:5-11 popped up four days in a row. It took only the FOUR full days for me to realize God was trying to tell me something:
"You must have the same attitude that Christ Jesus had. Though He was God, He did not think of equality with God as something to cling to. Instead, He gave up His divine privileges; He took the humble position of a slave and was born as a human being. When He appeared in human form, He humbled Himself in obedience to God and died a criminal's death on a cross..."
And today, Good Friday, my slow brain finally realized that THIS was what I was supposed to be doing this weekend, taking care of my best friend, my partner, my husband. Not running around to all the fun events we had planned tomorrow and Sunday, not playing piano in the services, not spending time cooking food. This was my opportunity to show love to him by humbly attempting to do what Jesus did as an example to me.
Moody Church's Good Friday service is going on as I type this, a beautiful time of solemn remembrance on so many levels. I wish you a meaningful Easter weekend, that in the midst of the egg hunts and the brunches and the chocolate bunnies, that we feel the awe, the remorse, the JOY on Sunday and the anticipation of what lies ahead of us!