1 Peter 5:6-7 Therefore humble yourselves under the mighty hand of God, that He may exalt you in due time, casting all your care upon Him, for He cares for you.
It seems as though it’s been several months since Mike actually hugged me. You know the type of hug I mean? The type where he wraps his arms around you, and holds you close, and just holds you. And you know that everything is going to be okay! I need a hug – that type of satisfying hug, that type that lets you know someone has your back, and they love you and care for you forever and ever.
I don’t get that kind of a hug anymore.
Last night, Mike said he’d go with me to deliver a couple of meals to my friend who has the flu. She lives about 45 minutes away; and in Idaho that’s a looong way!! This morning, Mike was up and ready to go by 10:15 – very good! I wanted to leave by 10 – 10:30, and his timing was great. We got into the car and Mike didn’t say a word for the whole drive there. On the way home we stopped for lunch, and his only question was, “Are you done, already?” I told him no. He takes a very long time to eat, and I didn’t want him to feel rushed, or to leave any food on the plate if he was still hungry. So I pretended to eat for about 20 minutes. He was eventually finished, and we left. My only conversation with him happened if I asked a question – other than that silence.
So besides needing a hug, I feel totally alone, isolated, with no companionship. There is no one to talk to, no one visit with; almost no calls into, or out of, the house. I am, for all intents and purposes, alone now. I know some would argue the point, but they aren’t living in this plutonic, almost sterile, atmosphere. “Walk a mile in MY shoes” Though that might not be as bad as “live a week in MY brain!”
After we got home, this afternoon, Mike fell asleep before 7 pm, and now, almost midnight. He’s still out. I guess the day did him in. All in all, it’s been a great day. Have a good evening.