When we serve our spouses, we put on the cloak of humility. We humble ourselves by being last. My husband reflects Christ in his consideration of me. I get to see his servant heart when he brings me breakfast in bed.

His care is reflected in how he plans out the meal. Every one is a surprise, and often laid out on the plate in such a beautiful way. It becomes easy for me to reciprocate; my tank is full and I serve him out of this satisfied place. I go out into the world also able to serve others and I am grateful.

One Christmas I pulled together a collage of eight of these dishes for a gift for Rick. He never knew that I was secretly photographing them (that is why some are not well lit!). He broke down and cried, it was the only time I ever saw him cry. Did he cry because he was thankful for the gift? Not entirely. You see, I think it was because I truly saw him. I truly saw that he desired to serve me and saw that this was the husband he was and wanted to be. I am truly thankful for his servant heart and I am blessed.

Un-blahhG author, Carrie McClellan is a jogging / jumping / step-running engineering firm marketing manager. She desires to introduce friends to the glories of regular exercise and healthy cooking.

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