My marriage is in a season it has never before been.

One of true serving.

First, friends, please hear me out.

This season is so temporary, and I am so thankful that it is not worse. I know so many who have to walk in a season of serving for much more difficult and heartbreaking seasons, but this new season has opened my eyes.

My husband completely blew out his knee and had to have surgery to repair all of the damage.

It started when they called me back to recovery.

I expected to walk into a loopy husband and wondered if he would give me some laughs with his half-conscious commentary.

Instead, I walked through a curtain to see my husband laying on the bed, absolutely terrified and confused, not knowing where he was or what had happened.

He locked eyes with me and I saw sheer terror. I grabbed his hand and he pulled me down and held me in an embrace while I stroked his hair and kissed his forehead.

The last few days have consisted of me helping him with whatever he needs.

Medicine, food, water, fresh ice in the therapy machine, removing drains, helping bathe; whatever he needs.

I don’t say this to brag, I promise.

But these last days have opened my eyes to the honor of serving our spouses. I think sometimes we forget that.

As I crouched on the bathroom floor scrubbing my husband’s feet, I told him that this wasn’t a burden to me, but an honor. I was getting the chance to serve him, sacrifice for him, and show my love for him.

I’m not saying I won’t be glad to have my husband back to his normal self, but this situation has shown me that often times I don’t serve my husband, simply because we are both so capable and busy, the thought just doesn’t cross my mind.

This opportunity to serve and love my husband well has deepened my love for him even more, and given me a deeper understanding of why Jesus calls us to serve.

It is not a burden, but a privilege.

We get the honor of serving our spouses.