My hero

I thank God for my wonderful husband. He is one of the people that I have prayed for over the years (see my last blog, on “The prayers of the righteous”), for he has suffered from clinical depression for most of his life.

Many people these days have “heroes” that they look up to: sports stars, politicians, movie stars, etc. My hero, though, is my husband and people like him. I know that it’s often difficult for him to even get out of bed, much less work an 8-hour shift stocking shelves at Walmart. Yet, every day, he does just that. He drags himself out of bed and goes to work, even when he’s feeling bad, so that he can provide for me and our family. To me, that is truly heroic.