#prayingwives

Today, I heard a man give testimony of how much impact his wife of over 60 years had made in his life.  A Veteran of the Vietnam War, he spoke of how he, an alcoholic, had left his wife with 4 small children, to fight a war.  He acknowledged that he had left her with difficulties..sometimes worse than what he was going through.  He acknowledged that he had planned to be an anthesis.  And he acknowledged that his wife prayed for him and put into motion the opportunity for him to meet a man that would help him to give his life to Jesus Christ.  

He sat there in church, which his arm around his wife, telling how she was forgetting things and could no longer be left alone. He was becoming her full-time care giver and she was continuing to encourage him in his walk with Christ, encouraging him to go to church...even when she forgot why there was a boiling pot of water on the stove.

As he walked her to that altar, at the church he helped to start nearly 30 years ago, serving as a deacon and teacher, mentor and friend to each and every person in that building, he put his arm around her shoulder and led her to kneel and together they prayed.

As I watched, tears streaming down my cheeks, my only thoughts were these:

I want that.

Have I given up?  We’ve only been married 30 years and while I am there alone in church, am I praying for the man at home?

What impact can I still have?