My husband’s greatest talent is being a super-hero. The full-fledged, cape-wearing kind that women swoon over and little boys want to grow up to be like. If he had a name, it would be Rescue Man. Rescue man always comes to the aid of damsels in distress ( like needing a tire changed, a new battery, a tow when they are stuck on the side of the road.) Rescue Man also comes to the aid of people needing rides to the airport at all hours of the night, rushing to the site of an accident that someone had gotten themselves into, and things like that. You’d think it was pretty glamorous, being married to a super-hero. Trust me, it’s not. Or at least, it wasn’t.
For when Rescue Man was off rescuing other people and gaining their forever gratitude, wife of Rescue Man was cleaning the house, taking out the garbage, mowing the lawn, doing the laundry, and everything else that a family of seven required to function. You see, super-heroes are great on the short spurt. They swoop in to save the day and swoop away again, never to be seen again. That’s great and all if you are the damsel of the day. It’s not so great when the mundane and everyday needs to be done mundanely and everyday and the super-hero is off rescuing everyone else.
So I got really good at doing things by myself. And I got very good at being resentful about doing everything by myself. What I didn’t realize is that by getting really good at doing things, Rescue Man didn’t feel needed. Rescue Man didn’t feel wanted. Rescue Man had a talent to rescue but his very own wife never needed rescuing. So he went about his day spending his talents on people who needed him and I saw him less and less and less. And I wanted him to change into the partner I thought I needed and deserved, not everyone else’s rescuer.
Here’s the deal though. God made my husband very handy and able to come to the aid of others no matter what time of day or night. God made my husband to give of himself and never think twice about the sacrifice. God made my husband into a doer who was living out the path God had made for him by helping others. God made my husband into Rescue Man…and I was making us both pretty miserable by not understanding.
So now I get it. I actually do less around the house and he has the opportunity to save me from mowing the lawn and taking out the garbage. I appreciate his need and his path to rescue others…even when it’s our weekend off or Sunday afternoon. God’s timing is perfect and if He needs him to be elsewhere, who am I to get it way? He is using his talents in exactly the way God intended and that is absolutely the very best thing.