My husband, Scott, sharpened all my kitchen knives. Of course, as he returned all the knives to the magnetic wall knife rack, he warned me to be careful. “They’re very sharp,” he said. Someone told me sharp knives were safer than dull ones because you did not need to force the knife through whatever you were cutting. This is probably true, but you still need to keep your fingers away from the blade. As I started chopping onions for my spaghetti sauce, I sliced my finger wide open.
I quickly went to the bathroom cupboard and got out the gauze and tape. Then I looked at my hand and realized I needed to stop the flow before I applied any bandaging. It took a while to figure out how to do this with one hand, but I finally wrapped the finger with enough gauze to cover our house and managed to get it taped up.
I returned to the kitchen to find Scott taking the almost burnt hamburger off the stovetop. “So, what happened?” he asked. I sighed and told him I had cut my finger. He didn’t say I told you so. He just asked if I was alright and wanted to know why I hadn’t called him to help. Well, that was easy to answer — pride. My pride.
Do you learn a lesson and then just remember it and live by it for the rest of your life? I need to absorb lessons over and over again. On this particular occasion, I learned three lessons:.
Lesson #1 — Knives are sharp. Use caution. Duh.
Lesson #2 — Don’t try to hide anything from my husband. I’m just not good at it. I remember telling my daughter, after we had been on a shopping spree, that it wasn’t necessary for her to tell her father how much those new jeans cost. No sooner did the front door close and I was telling him myself. See? I’m just not good at keeping anything from this man.
Lesson #3 — If your finger is bandaged with a lot of gauze, you don’t need to do the dishes! This worked for two whole days!
This blog contains no deep hidden meaning or life lesson. It’s just an observation on my life with Scott. I guess the best lesson, and the one I hope I’ll always remember, is that a good husband is a gift from God. And mine is a keeper!
Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful
(1 Corinthians 13:4–5).
Today, and always, we are surrounded by HIS grace,
Debbie