The Case of the Missing Perspective

November 13, 2017 9 Comments

I recently started to notice strange behavior in my husband. Nothing major, just little things out of the ordinary that have made me raise my left brow and run a gamut of hypotheses.

Mr. Coppertop has been taking an extra thermos of coffee and an empty paper cup with a lid when he leaves in the mornings. I know he’s a coffee enthusiast, but this seems a little over the top.

Then when I used his car to make a quick trip to the store, I was appalled to find folded shirts and socks cluttering the gray upholstered passenger seat of his Pontiac. This may not be weird to other people, but we are a ‘put it where it goes’ type of family, and last time I checked, those items belonged in a dresser. Just sayin’.

Now Mr. Coppertop and I have been married for twelve years. There are a lot of adjectives I could use to describe our relationship, but the most basic way to put it is, we are best friends. For the first eleven years of our marriage we lived far away from any family.

Holidays, hardships, and even the births of all three of our children were just he and I. I’m not complaining because it made us close.

I don’t call my mom when we have issues, we work them out. I know his coffee-scoop to water ratio, and that he thrives in clean and organized spaces. (That, my friends, would include shirts and socks in their appropriate places.)

Being the sleuth that I am (Thank you Nancy Drew.) …I made a mental note to watch this man’s behavior a little closer. Perhaps I could connect the dots.

In hindsight I realized it would have been significantly more coherent to confront him with my questions, rather than giving my brain the liberty to assume the position of Sherlock Holmes. However, my tracker skills took over and I was immediately in the business of finding probable scenarios. 

All day long I had my husband in bizarre hypothetical situations that involved coffee and socks.

Was he selling clothes as a side hustle? Has he always hated my coffee and now he’s dropping hints that I should buy him a Keurig? Is he developing an absurd habit of changing his socks with every cup of coffee? 😉

At the end of the day, my mental faculties were exhausted. I had resigned him as a criminal and was prepared to feed him his last meal.

When he walked in, he flashed his charmer-sweet-husband smile my way, but I wasn’t about to let that fool me…

…Well maybe it did a little, because I heard a patriotic little voice inside my head whisper, “Innocent until proven guilty…just ask him.”

As I scooped another helping of Mexican quinoa on his plate, I lifted my chin, looked him square in the eye and asked.

“Oh that,” he said between mouthfuls. “Michelle said that the homeless people in our area are most in need of socks and shirts, so I thought I would pull over when I saw one, see what they needed, then share some of my coffee with them. Hey! I have a cool story to tell about that…”

My intense posture melted and a relieved blush color filled my face.

As I watched him wash down the rest of his dinner with a swig of water, I had a little moment of perspective…

It’s November and the world is turning fast. There’s always something next on the calendar, but is it the most important appointment that we need to be keeping?

As we pause to be thankful this month for what we’ve been given, perhaps we should consider what more can we give.

Sometimes we get hung up on the idea of giving. We think that we have to wait until an official holiday or until we have extra, but giving is so much more simple and pure. Start with what you have. Your time, your compassion, your home, or even your coffee pot…

I’ve decided to put away my private detective work  (it wasn’t a great fit anyway) and devote some extra mental space to new and creative ways to be generous.

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    Michelle

    November 13, 2017

    Oh man this made me tear up ❤️

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      inspirethemom

      November 13, 2017

      <3 <3 <3

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    Terrigirl2017

    November 14, 2017

    Aww the investigation has a happy ending Jessica! Your husband is so sweet to help the homeless in that way . He is going out of his way to provide for others in need. We have to see Jesus in the homeless, they are our brothers and Sisters in Christ. I give to the foodshelf and if I see someone with a sign I like to give something to them too, I have a conscience when I see them that kicks in and says “they are in need of something” Blessings to you , Terri xo.

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    karentfriday

    November 15, 2017

    What a great story, Jessica! I loved it. You pulled me in with the Sherlock Holmes and investigative lingo. But I wondered all along it it was homeless ministry. Neat article! 🙂 Visiting from, For His Grace Bloggers. Blessings!

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      inspirethemom

      November 15, 2017

      haha yes, a little predictable at best. 😉 Thanks for stopping by! <3

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    Jen

    November 15, 2017

    Your husband seems pretty awesome! Great post, thx for sharing.

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      inspirethemom

      November 16, 2017

      I think so! <3 Thank you!

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    Lea

    November 16, 2017

    Oh how sweet. Your husband is a keeper.

    I have a soft spot for the homeless. They need our help and they need to know that others care about them.

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      inspirethemom

      November 16, 2017

      For sure! You’re right, hard times can fall on anyone, and our eyes should be open to those who are in need of that compassion.

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