I humbly appreciate that my husband works and wants me to stay home so I can rock my domestic swag. I love that he loves that I love the homemaker gig. Dig? Are we rapping or are we writing? Don't need to be fighting.

Got yo money in the bag y'all. Love yo honey not the grab y'all.

I'm tryin' ta be real. I gotta void ta fill.

I agree, I'll stick to blogging. But yes, my husband and I get along about money pretty well. My 12-year-old daughter told me she reads books in which the children's parents fight and shout at each other about the bills. She said, "When I read these books I think, 'Why are they doing that? Why are they fighting about the bills?'"

Well, maybe they signed up for too many bills. And they don't understand Who's paying them. We don't place our trust in money. We place our trust in God. When things are not going well financially, trusting Him is all-consuming, but it's not impossible. Eleven years ago my husband lost his job and our family had barely any income for almost a year. God brought us through it. Rather than letting that crisis destroy my marriage, it brought me to my knees and helped shape me into a Godly woman who can write stuff.

No wonder the Biblical saying "In God We trust" is printed on American money. Yes you need this money. But O ye people, don't trust in this money, the cash whispers to us. The saying is printed on money, rather than on the side of the city bus or on the entrance to the library, because the danger is that we will all begin to trust in money. Don't do it. Trust in God. When we trust God to the extent that we decide we are just not going to fuss with our husbands over money, then we as wives have become masters at contentment and faith. Now it's all good wit da cash yo?

We see eye to eye. We don't even have ta try. 

We hang it out ta dry and we wave the thang good-bye.

A motorcycle crash nearly killed Rose's husband. Brad was coming home from work one night on his motorcycle, like he always did. A car didn't see him in time. The doctors thought he might not make it. They told the family to say their good-byes at one point. His pelvis was broken in two. He was bleeding internally. He was unable to move in the hospital for weeks. He was in tremendous pain. He endured many procedures. He is in rehabilitation therapy now.

Brad and Rose go to my family's church. Rose has lived up to her name, blooming sweetly and caring for Brad, staying by his side, staying strong for the family. Some days you know she must have been feeling fragile, like a wilted flower, as we all would in her devastating situation.

What would it be like, to stand by helplessly as her husband was broken in two and not knowing if or when he would be back to normal? Not having him to talk to. Being without him. Seeing him in all that pain. Just like that, Rose's life changed. 

Rose is a strong lady. This is what the Bible (taken from Proverbs 31) says about wives like Rose. "Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies. The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil. She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life. She riseth while it is yet night, and giveth meat to her household, and a portion to her maidens. She girdeth her loins with strength, and strengtheneth her arms. Strength and honor are her clothing, and she shall rejoice in time to come. She openeth her mouth with wisdom, and in her tongue is the law of kindness. She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness. Her children arise up, and call her blessed, her husband also, and he praiseth her."

That really does describe Rose. She's not one of these fussy high maintenance girls. She dresses so pretty and always looks nice and yet she's the kind of wife who kills snakes, stands up to foxes, and runs coyotes off their property. I am pretty sure I remember hearing her say something about a time she was driving a bush hog. And she's been through some stuff. She already lost a husband to leukemia and after he died, she still took care of his elderly mama. (I told you she was sweet.) Her granddaughter miraculously survived after being born so prematurely she barely weighed anything.

Rose and Brad are sparkles of light at our church, always smiling, always encouraging, always glorifying God. Every church has folks like that I would guess. They're the sparkly ones at our church. Makes you wonder why the Lord lets things like this happen. I know we're not supposed to question, but I wonder why maybe He didn't let a grumpy guy get hit on his motorcycle instead. Let a mean husband have his life shattered. Why Rose's husband? It's hard to accept.

When my friend Kim's family went to visit Brad, they hoped to cheer him up and strengthen his faith. Kim said they were the ones strengthened. He was the one witnessing to them. His own mother said she thought her faith was strong until she saw Brad's. All of us have been amazed by his faith, and Rose's.

When I asked Rose if I could tell you about the motorcycle crash, this is what she said. It is one of the most beautiful things I have ever heard anyone say. And she said it while she had the flu.

"God's grace is so real in our lives. We could not have done this without our Lord holding us.
Brad is taking steps now. We praise God for that.
We are so very thankful for our church family. We love our church as a whole family so much. And we're waiting to get things back to normal again.
We don't understand the trials that God puts us through. But only: He has his reasons.
And He just knocks off the dust, so His light can shine through better, that's all."