Recently I heard a story which really struck home. Apparently a woman was driving her husband’s classic BMW for a special appointment downtown. That car had been his life and joy. He spent hours finding original replacement parts, tuning the engine, fixing minor dents, and waxing the car. He worked on it a little time every Saturday and many evenings, and the car was a beauty.
As she drove the car, she thought what a joy it was, but suddenly someone changed lanes and nearly pulled into her. To avoid crashing she swerved to the right just as a big truck drove up beside her. She demolished the bumper and dented the fender of her husband’s car. What would he say? How could he ever forgive her? If she had only been little more careful….
Shortly a policeman arrived to take an accident report. She got out her driver’s license and reached into the glove compartment to get the insurance papers and title. To her surprise there was another smaller envelope inside with her name on it. The writing was her husband’s. A tearful sweat suddenly hit her. What would it say? He had often warned her about driving more carefully. She opened the letter and began to read it.
If you are reading this, you have likely had an accident. Don’t worry. I trust this means you are all right. and that is what really matters to me. Don’t worry about the car. It’s only metal and rubber and plastic. You are what really matters to me. I love you. James
What a wise husband! He strengthened his wife’s love and admiration for him and his marriage and his potential for happiness and his self-respect and his… well, you see that it was a wise investment. Is there room for a note in your glove box?
“Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave himself for it So ought men to love their wives as their own bodies. He that loveth his wife loveth himself.” —Ephesians 5:25, 28