Confessing a Blessing

“Have I seen the hand of God reaching out to touch us today?”

I told my husband, Paul, about a televised speech I watched listing the five needs of a man and the five needs of a woman. The needs were not the same. Ironically, “the need to talk about the relationship” was second on the women’s need list.

In the midst of our own conversation about “needs” he said, “Your website is something we do together.”

I confess that he’s right. He is my technical other half behind my visible writing presence here.

(Four months ago I didn’t even know what a blogroll was, let alone why I might need plugins.)

After I agreed with him, I asked him to explain.

He said, “It is something I can do for you beyond the usual busyness.”

Something he can do for me!

Despite all the countless responsibilities he has, he regularly makes it possible for me to express myself, not only with technical help, but with ideas and encouragement.

His comment reminded me of something Pres. Gordon B. Hinckley, the past president of our church who recently passed way, said about his wife:

I’ve tried to recognize my wife’s individuality, her personality, her desires, her background, her ambitions. Let her fly. Yes, let her fly! Let her develop her own talents. Let her do things her way. Get out of her way, and marvel at what she does.

“At Home with the Hinckleys,” Ensign, Oct 2003

Thus, I am confessing, especially on this site, that I am who I am because I have this kind of support from my husband. In fact, this website is symbolic of our tied-together relationship.

Frequently, Paul prays in our family with gratitude for the things that I do at home. Now, I will pray with gratitude for all the unknown and unseen things he does for me.

My needs are met.


  1. Sarah
    Feb 29, 2008

    Thanks for coming by to comment. What a beautiful picture of togetherness. My husband is my tech guru also and I love the way God has put us together.

  2. Minna Dyer
    Feb 29, 2008

    Nicely put.
    My husband is also my tech puppeteer. I always thank him for his help, but I never thought of it beyond that which when I ask, he gives. He wants to help. He wants to be my hero. Even though he says a quiet and humble “your welcome”, he’s probably feeling elated that he could do something for me.

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