I noticed it this weekend as he cleaned up the breakfast dishes, then washed the pots and pans after supper.
It was evident when he brought the tall ladder in from the garage to change the light bulb in our kitchen's vaulted ceiling.
It filled the air around our home, like the white spray paint he used to freshen up the rocking chairs on the front porch.
It spoke to me more than his words ever could, his finishing these tasks without me even asking.
It convicted me, helped me realize anew that by meeting his needs without being asked, I show love.
It set an example for our children, demonstrated how they should act toward each other.
My husband lived Christ before us.
Suppose that, as a family, we could live this way every day, each doing what he or she could for the others, without expecting recognition or similar actions in return. What a sweet spirit would reign in our home...and how pleasing we would be to Christ.
May that be our goal, as we surrender ourselves to Christ, and allow a spirit of service to flow through us, to our family first, and then to others we meet.