It was a pre-Thanksgiving evening and the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I were enjoying some hot cider tea. Nothing goes down quite as nice as a hot cider tea.
It was rather a quiet evening and I happened to glance over at my wife and saw her staring into space as it were. It concerned me because I knew that’s what she did when she was thinking about something.
The problem that faced me was simply this. Was she thinking about me or something else? If it’s me, I’m probably in trouble. If it’s something else, I’m probably in trouble. No matter which side of the fence I’m on, I’m in trouble.
I was tempted to ignore the situation and continue the silent evening but something inside me would not let me sit still. I don’t know what it is about us husbands, we don’t know when to shut up and we don’t know when to speak up. If only we could do the opposite of what we’re thinking at the time, we probably could get along much better with the opposite side of the fence.
“What are you,” I asked her quite simply, “thinking about so strongly?”
Continuing to stare into space, she was silent for a few moments and then she said, “I’m trying to figure out what gifts we should get for our family.”
Say what? I haven’t even demolished the Thanksgiving turkey yet and she’s thinking about Christmas gifts.
That is the way with my wife. She cannot let a day go by without thinking of something three weeks or two months down the road. She cannot sit still and enjoy the moment.
I, on the other side of the fence, am able to sit down and enjoy this silence of the moment. I do not have the jitters to get up and do something. I have the calm, relaxing feeling of just sitting and enjoying the moment.
To read the entire Out to Pastor column by Dr. James Snyder, see the Nov. 23 edition of The Central Virginian.