Wednesday, May 12, 2010

My Husband's My Hero

Coffee Talk Thursday

Coffee and my husband--two of my favorite things. Today, I'd like to so something a little unusual and share with you all something a bit personal, the kind of thing perfect for a cup of coffee with friends (even if they are Internet friends) ;).

I thought I'd share with you why my husband is my hero. I'd like you to think about why your husband is (or was at one time) your hero too. It does one's soul (and marriage) good to recapture those memories and recreate those feelings.

This week, my husband talked to Rush Limbaugh on his radio show. I know, you either love him or hate him, but that's beside the point (speaking of beside the point...once, Justin tried listening to him on a mini-boom-box when I was in labor...with pitocin; that did not go over so well!). On Wednesday, Rush mentioned my husband's story in his morning update. I thought I'd give you the longer version.

At 18, my husband was all set for a bright future in rodeo. He accepted a full-ride college scholarship and was excited, like any 18 year old, about all that lay ahead. His dreams fell apart in an instant when he fell off a bronc, and the horse rolled over him like a somersault, crushing his spine in a million pieces. He lay on the arena floor, dying of shock. He told me he knew he had taken his last breath. It was so hard, he knew he wouldn't be able to do it again. People rushed to pray for him, and he was life-flighted to a major hospital, where doctors were able to stabilize him and repair his spine using custom-made rods. They did not know whether he would ever regain the ability to walk.

Knowing her son's determination, his mother brought him a pair of Nike tennis shoes.

Justin pushed himself and not only regained the ability to walk, he also summited the highest mountain in Wyoming, Gannett Peak (our first son is named Gannet). He could be sitting around collecting disability the rest of his life, but he has such a strong work ethic and goes to work as each day, despite chronic pain and severe nerve damage, to provide for his family and feel good about himself.

He is also one of the most giving people I've ever met. He's done so many things I admire, and he does them all with a foot of metal in his spine, yet he never complains. He sees the potential in every person and wants everyone to have an intentional vision for life: What do you want to do, what do you need to do to get there, and how can you help others? His story shows us all that no one--not even the most injured or disabled among us--should ever accept defeat.

Your husband's story is different, but it's just as incredible to you.  Or at least it was, at one time. The years can cause us to lose sight of the magic we felt the moment we discovered that in that man, we had found our other half, our soul-mate if you will. On this Coffee Talk Thursday, may you remember it all over again. (And you can share what you so admire about your husband here too, if you'd like).

Even if you're not married, you can still take something away from this discussion.  The Bible tells us God has good plans for our lives, that we are created in Christ Jesus to do good works which God prepared in advance for us to do. He has already given us the victory. We just have to walk in it.

Each day, we may not feel particularly victorious--after all, the days are all pretty ordinary. However, as we're faithful to do the ordinary things God lays in our path, day in and day out, we will find at the end of our lives that they were significant. God can be, will be, glorified in all things.




  1. Amen! My husband doesn't have a story as dramatic as yours, but he's still a hero to me. He's hard-working, faithful, loving, and strong. He has walked with me through the past several months of trials, and often assured me that he was here NO MATTER WHAT.

  2. Beautiful story...thanks for the encouragement!

  3. Wow! Thank fir sharing this post! My husband is my hero. He is always my best supporter. He is an amazing father and husband.

  4. Once upon a time I had a husband who was NOT my hero. He had bipolar mood disorder and would have a melt down at any given moment without warning.

    Almost 10 years ago (it will be July 1st) we moved to a little prairie town with our 10 month old son. We bought a house and met the neighbours - and I can't say I was impressed with the gentleman, in particular.

    Fast forward the video tape of my life these last ten years and I am now MARRIED to the gentleman that didn't impress!

    Funny how things happen... I found out later my Dad was praying that I would be "rescued." And I guess John was my "angel" disguised as a big bad guy (and then I found out he was really a teddy bear inside). He drives semi, hauling heavy crude in the oil patch - working long hours 5 days in a row and then getting either 2 or 3 days off, depending on the rotation.

    When my marriage finally fell apart (after 13 yrs), John came and said he needed a good woman to look after him and that if I would fill that role, he would look after the three of us (my kids were 7 and 18 months at that time in Jan. of 2007).

    And here we are -- 3 yrs and 5 months later... and I've been married to that man next door for more than a year. My 4 yr old daughter told the hairdresser today that "she loved Johnny" and when questioned she added, "He's my Dad, how could he be my Dad if I didn't love him?"

    That little girl says she is lucky to have two Daddys and always sees the bright, positive side of life.

    For me, it is wonderful to be able to discuss things (even if they are boring, everyday things) and to know that if someone backs into my car in the McDonald's parking lot (like they did on Monday evening) I can Mike phone and tell John what happened and he won't go ballistic on me!

    To feel protected and loved even when I know that sometimes I can be unlovable and have some annoying idiosyncracies...

    Such a difference from my first marriage.
    So I am thankful for an angel in disguse. And for little girls who wrap their new Dad's around their little fingers. And for men who are willing to BE Dad when they don't have to be (like in the Brad Paisley song!)

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  6. Cheryl, Wow! That is an amazing story. You are blessed to have this man in your life! As he is to have you...