My Husband, the... Hero?

One of my MOST IMPORTANT THINGS about Luke, even before we got married, was that I wanted him to take care of me.

After six-almost-seven years of marriage, this has manifested itself in various ways:

He takes care of me by working hard five days a week to pay our bills and take care of my physicals needs, like a house, food, gas, etc.
He takes care of me by making faith a priority in our lives.
He takes care of me by being there for me emotionally when I need to talk, cry, or laugh.
He takes care of me by allowing me to have three fun & ornery dogs that bring joy to our lives and make me laugh.
He takes care of me by supporting my writing career.

Basically, he takes care of me in a million different ways, little and big, and I love him for it (still!).

And recently, I found out just how much I rely on him.

Our house was broken into, during the day while we were at work. I was the first one home and walked into the mess they left when they went through all our stuff. Thankfully, the dogs were left alone (although they went nuts when I finally got to get back there to let them out!). A bunch of our stuff was stolen, including a few pieces of jewelry that had a lot of sentimental value for me.

I was a wreck pretty much all last week. Very shaken up and just felt violated by the fact that someone was IN MY HOUSE. We have a loving family and group of friends who rallied around and supported us, so I felt very blessed by that.

I was scared to stay home alone the first tnight. I could tell a definite difference in my attitude during the times when Luke was home with me versus the times when I was home alone.
I depend on him to take care of me.

When he was there, I wasn't worried at all about what would happen - I knew that no matter what, he would take care of me. I love being able to depend on him for that.

I think there is a Spiritual lesson here, too - God wants to be the one we can depend on to take care of us. And when we do rely on him, we have a sense of peace.