The Unsung Hero
September 17, 2016
The Unsung Hero
I was standing in front of the kitchen sink, washing, rinsing and drying the supper dishes while my wife was bathing Amelia and Caitlyn. My chest was puffed out a little as I thought of myself as a sort of hero, taking care of some of these domestic duties for my wife. The puffed out chest started to deflate as I began to think of the wonderful woman that I had married.
As I stood there wrist deep in soap suds, she was putting on water to heat up on the stove for baths, filling a bucket with cool water and mixing the two in a plastic basin for bath time. This has been the process for the last 8 weeks, and I cannot recall hearing her complain about it one time. Nor does she moan and whine when she washes the laundry with a washboard in a basin, finds beetles, roaches, lizards and spiders in various places in the house, does the dishes 95+ percent of the time, and many other less than pleasant tasks. She has been mercilessly yanked out of her comfort zone on a regular basis since our plane touched down here in our new home, yet she keeps her chin up and presses forward.
My puffed out chest is now more sunken in than puffed out, and I feel ashamed for having thought of myself as a hero of sorts. The true hero is the one that has stood by my side as my wife for almost 4 years now. I need her, and I don’t know where or what I would be without her. I’m confident though, that it wouldn’t be here.
It is now that my thoughts carry on to other missionaries of old. Try as I might, I cannot remember the names of Mrs. Hudson Taylor, Mrs. William Carey, Mrs. David Livingstone, Mrs. Nate Saint, or a host of other heroes of the faith that have served in foreign lands as missionaries. (I know many of them also had more than one wife over the course of their ministries, as their first wives succumbed to illness and hardships) This is a shame. Their wives sacrificed and gave of themselves along with their husbands, and yet their song is unsung, their stories often untold.
As I scanned my memory bank of Scripture to convey my feelings, I stopped at Proverbs 31:28. There it is said of the virtuous woman that: “Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.” That’s what was missing. The praise of a husband for a woman of greater value than any wealth the world could offer. The praise is overdue, but I guess it’s better late than never. She was always a hero — until now, unsung.