An Help Meet – Gratitude Rant #19


And the LORD God said, It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him an help meet for him…

Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave unto his wife: and they shall be one flesh.
(see Genesis 2:18-24)

I am so grateful for Lindsey!

She just scooted off to bed a couple minutes ago, leaving me alone, once again, in the quiet, peaceful living room to finish typing today’s rant.

But I guess that’s kinda been the routine the entire month though. She’s taken on a lot more dishes lately (we usually try to rotate about every other night) and she’s had a lot of lonely nights, to give me a chance to write these daily expressions of gratitude.

Not that she’s ever complained, mind you. She just quietly does whatever it takes to support me and buy me the time I need to write.

I can’t help but admire her sacrifice.

Especially tonight.

Y’see, as soon as the girls were in bed — which was about 7:30PM — Lindsey and I quickly grabbed our stocking caps, insulated flannels, and chore boots, and rushed out the door to the pasture, to start tonight’s project:

Re-siding the Goat Shed.

For about the past 9 months or so, our poor shed has been in very rough shape. Thanks to a hard-headed and destructively-minded Saanen buck (a.k.a. “Noose”), the goat shed has been reduced to little more than a rickety old wood frame with a corrugated tin roof. And with temperatures dipping very close to the single digits and a big snow storm on the way, we decided we needed to get it repaired ASAP.

Even if it meant another late-night construction project.

Noose, the stinkin’ thug!

I won’t bore you with all the details, but there we were, rushing in and out of the glow of our backyard floodlights — with Lindsey manning the chop saw (like a boss, I might add) and me screwing the cut slats onto the shed frame.

Oh, and did I mention it was freezing outside?

After 3 hours, we finally screwed the last board into place and decided to call it a night. Our hands were half-froze and our noses were red and dripping, but at least the shelter was finished.


We quickly inspected our handiwork, decided it had earned a passing grade, gathered up our tools, and then made our way back to the house.

Once inside, we both dove onto the couch, cuddling up together under a warm blanket, and shivered our way through our nightly scripture study together.

And now, like I said, here I am writing my Gratitude Rant — about my sweetheart.

Sure, tonight’s activities were somewhat atypical. I mean, we don’t generally start construction projects right before bed. But we have definitely had our fair share of late-night/early-morning adventures together. (Peaches and sweet corn, anyone?) And through it all, that girl never ceases to amaze me!

She’s just so tough and capable. She’s determined and strong. And talk about resourceful…

Did I ever tell you about how she rubber-banded a flashlight to the bill of her baseball cap so that she can go running at 5 o’clock in the morning?

Yep, that’s my girl!

And yet, she’s also so gentle and patient. My heart just melts when I watch her playing with our little girls.

I could go on and on, expounding more fully on exactly why she’s the best, but that’d probably just embarrass her. In fact, I’ve probably embarrassed her enough as it is.

But after a night like tonight, I can’t help but toot her horn just a little bit. Heaven knows she won’t toot it herself. Besides, there was simply no possible way that I could have finished that goat shed on my own. Not in a single night.

And with church meetings and Thanksgiving preparations dominating the rest of our week, a single night was all I had.

Today, and every day, I’m grateful for Lindsey.

I don’t think I could have found a help more meet than her!


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