I’ve often told you about that crazy Frenchman who is a friend of mine. He sometimes sends me an email that makes me cry. Case in point:
On Grandma’s last night, my grandfather walked over, picked up my grandma from the bed, and rocked her a good part of the night. I could hear mournful words, “Oh, ma petite, Annie” (Oh, my little Annie) over and over. She died peacefully in his strong arms in that huge rocking chair.
Now for Scriptural truths on how to love a wife:
However, let each one of you love his wife as himself, and let the wife see that she respects her husband.
Therefore a man shall leave his father and his mother and hold fast to his wife, and they shall become one flesh.
I’d like to end like that. However, I would prefer she would be rocking me.
Give it some thought.
Gary