The parts of a magnet are its two poles: the north pole and the south pole:
Poles: The north pole is the positive side of the magnet, and the south pole is the negative side.
Magnetic field: The magnetic field is represented by field lines that start at the north pole and end at the south pole.
Forces: The forces of a magnet are strongest at the poles.
Attraction and repulsion: Opposing poles attract each other, while the same poles repel each other.
Breaking a magnet: If a magnet is broken in half, each half will have a north and south pole.
We often hear how opposites attract. I'm not sure that's true. I do know that Bob and I are very different but we have the same ethical and spiritual beliefs. He's quiet and thoughtful. I'm not, probably either of these things. He listens. I talk. He is gentle and slow to anger. I'm not. He has this endless amount of self-control. I do not. He is patient... You fill in the blank.
Do these things make us opposites? I'm not sure about that either. But I do believe in the same values even if I am sadly lacking in most of his positive traits.
Through this ordeal Bob and I are living and even though he cannot speak, he still teaches me even when I'm the worst student. He teaches me all the things: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. These are all the Christian traits that Bob lives and has lived ever since I've known him.
His love for me is evident in so many ways. This would take a tome to write in order to express all the ways he has loved me.
The first pic is of Bob just before Thanksgiving dinner. The second is him trying to watch the game and trying not to disappoint me for not looking into the camera.
His joy beams each time I walk into his room and although he is bedbound, his face lights up and makes me believe that he isn't suffering the way most people would who could never reach behind their head to scratch their own back. The way most people can pull a brush across their scalp. To brush their own teeth. His joy is absent suffering. I am constantly amazed by Bob even as his health fails him.
Let me tell you how his health has been failing of late. He has been having mini strokes and they seem to be increasing. Each day, each moment with him is precious to me.
I sing Oh, Holy Night! to him and he tries to sing and get the words out but only makes a high-pitched sound, a melody--like weeping--as he tries and, you know what? It's the most beautiful singing I will ever hear in my life. He loves that song. Oh, holy night because what a friend we do have in Jesus, the holiest of holies.
Bob firmly believes in Jesus and the Holy Trinity. He believes in the afterlife for his own reasons but also maybe because of my near death experience. I have talked with him about it for almost two years since the day we both ended up in the hospital with covid and when I nearly died from dehydration. I talk to him about the feeling and joy and the love I felt there--wherever there was. I believe the where is with Jesus. The love was all-encompassing and overly joyful to believe otherwise. I tell him about that place and I sing Oh, Holy Night! and we both feel a love beyond understanding wrap us up together. I sing it when we're toileting and when I'm cleaning out his nose, when I'm showering him--washing his feet which is my special joy because he's incredibly ticklish. I know he wouldn't do this to me if our situations were reversed but when he wriggles, I laugh and he laughs too and then we sing.
We both make each other laugh. We both sing loud now. We sing to God and Jesus and the Holy Ghost our love song--a song for me and Bob but also to God and his cohorts. We keep singing through the strife and sadness. We keep singing and everyday we sing louder.
Galatians 5:22 The fruit of the spirit is love, joy, peace, long-suffering (patience), kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. Against such there is no law.
So, I give thanks to you. For reading these posts and my books.
And God bless you all as we move from feasting into the holiest night of the calendar. Bob loves you too because you love us both. As do I. He loves you all so much. Thank you for being a part of our lives.
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