Amy's 'momentary trouble'

Isaiah 41:10 - So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.

The other day, Amy called me at work and amongst other things, discussed what to have for supper that night. After several suggestions and either her or I turning our noses up at each, we finally decided on tenderloins. No, not beef tenderloin of steak, but rather the type were you take a butterflied pork chop, trim off the fat, pound it flat with a tenderizing hammer and dip it first in an egg wash and then in crushed saltines and fry them. Anyway, after work I went to the store, picked up the tenderloins and headed home. Upon arrival, I discovered that Amy was in bed and that she was not feeling well. I thought ‘Ah ha! Tonight will be a test to see how this will work when Amy is recovering from surgery and truly will not be able to get out of bed.' I changed clothes, looked at the clock (5:30pm) and set myself to task. I trimmed, split and flattened the tenderloins, set two fry pans on the stove, poured some oil into each and turned the burners on to heat the oil. Next, I made a quick decision between baked potato’s and oven French fries. Knowing that the French fries will take 26 min to cook (not to mention the 10 min to pre-heat the oven), I chose baked. So, I had our visiting niece scrub the potato’s and I popped them into the microwave. By the way, not to get too far off track, but I love microwaves! Admittedly I really only use it for three things: 1) Re-heating leftovers 2) Popping popcorn & 3) Baking potato’s, but aren’t they great? With the oil properly heated, I put the first tenderloins on and called the kids to clear and set the table. In between telling the kids what needs to be on the table, moderating their disagreements (who am I kidding, FIGHTS!) and telling Hope for the umpteenth time to NOT pick up the dog, I manage to burn the tenderloin in the smaller pan. I totally abandon the idea of trying to watch two pans while cooking and finished the rest in one pan without setting off our smoke-alarm.
We sit down to eat and I look up at the clock, it’s 7:10pm (I love to cook and I really enjoy doing it, but I am not and never have been quick about it), anyway, in the middle of supper, out comes Amy, just like a professional NASCAR driver coming into a pit stop, she pulls up to the table, prepares her plate, and heads back to bed. I’m looking around to see if she’s held her position against Jeff Gordon!
After supper the older two and I clear the table and I send Vinny off to take his shower. There were still a few tenderloins that I hadn’t cooked, so I go ahead and fry them up knowing they will be eaten for lunch tomorrow. Brittany retires upstairs to finish her homework and I send Trevor outside to walk the dog. I finish cleaning up the kitchen and wipe off the table. Vinny finishes his shower and I send Trevor in to take his. After all of this and the kids are off to bed, I finally have the chance to sit down. I look at the clock and it’s 9:00pm. I’m tired! I worked all day, came home fixed supper, cleaned up a bit (a very small bit) and saw the kids off to bed.
I truly don’t know how single parents who work full time do this day in and day out! I don’t think that I take what my wife does for granted, I’ve always been so grateful for all that she does and recognize her labors. But I will freely admit to having a certain amount of dependence upon the things that she does. Not because I can’t do them, but she does them better and with more efficiency than I ever could. By the way, Amy came in second, just behind number 24.

Let’s try an interactive inspiration today! Who can tell me why God desires our dependence upon him?

This is Amy's story as seen and told by me - V