I don’t know if you’ve been following the story of Joey Feek, and her adoring husband Rory. I hadn’t really, until recently … just liked a few of their tunes that came up on my Pandora. I decided to follow their Instagram and stumbled upon one of the most powerful love stories of this generation.
Not just their love for one another, yes – that is absolutely one for the silver screen, but for the living God. She was diagnosed with terminal cancer in 2014, at just 38 years old … and stopped treatment last fall. She’s now home, spending the rest of her days on earth with the only people that matter … her husband and daughter. Rory’s blog is completely powerful. That man has a gift of storytelling and I have found myself captivated by this story over the weekend. His love for Joey will humble your soul in a way, that I can only describe as ministry. And not just ministering to her, but to the entire world. People in the droves are pouring out their love for this couple, and I am among a million fans … but I must tell you, this woman puts my “fight song” to shame.
The honesty Rory has shared with the world is a TRUE “fight song.” He tells of her anger, her sadness and frustrations … coupled with strength, courage and valor … I am completely in awe of this couple. They are the ones truly fighting in this life. And I have felt utterly humiliated for not fighting sooner.
It’s easy to get beaten down and fed up. It’s easy to drown your sorrows and stress in food, parties and people . It’s EASY to let down the guard of your own heart, and let in all of the doubt, fear and anger. That’s the easy road.
The harder road, is one that is less-traveled. The harder road calls you to a life of courage, when you face tragedy. It calls you to purpose, when you want to just skate-by. It calls you to mission, when you want to just be. It’s a much, MUCH harder road. One that most never take … and I have sadly been among them.
Watching Rory’s love for this woman, cannot help but remind me of another tall, strong … courageous man. A man that razzles and dazzles you with his talent, a man that makes you smile with his silly jokes … a man that would give you the very shirt off his back, if he saw that you were cold. I call that man, “Eddy.”
I’ve been told my entire life how inspirational I am. I’ve been told how I have courageously overcome every single mountain that was put in my way … I’ve been told my words give hope to people. They strike intrigue, and excitement in their lives and motivate to just … do better. Heck, they’ve even motivated the girl that writes and that’s the truth.
Seeing Joey Feek love her husband until the end, puts my efforts to complete shame. She has mothered that precious daughter, loved her and played with her … laughed with her … cooked for her, even on hospice. THAT is a fighter. That is a “fight song.” THAT is the one we should all strive to be more like. She is the one you should look to for hope. Motivation. Encouragement. She is the fighter, not me.
I try and fail. I fail so many, many times. I’m selfish, and hard-headed. I’m stubborn and occasionally, open. I’m silly, but smart. I’m funny, but serious. In everything that I “am,” however … I am still not who I want to be.
I was going to write about our most recent project together. But today, I just want to tell you … There are true heroes in this life. There are people to watch for encouragement and hope. There are people who really, really love God and they are the very people that will really, really love you.
One of those people in my life, is my husband. He lays me down every night on our big bed, and peels off every piece of equipment I wear.
He starts with my booths, then my leggings … knee brace … foot brace … and finally, my socks. He holds my freezing feet in his hands before he helps me down, trying to warm them up from the poor circulation. He is so tender and loving toward me, and I truly feel undeserving. I give him such a hard time most days. I challenge him in more ways than I should, and I don’t cook or clean for him. I work, come home and try to have a smile on my face … and you know what? That’s no longer enough for me.
I need to bless this man back. I need to be patient and loving and sensitive toward his needs, and I need to love him the way he loves me. Edward flips out when I cook anything. I mean, I could prepare ramen noodles and that man would proclaim I am the greatest chef that ever lived! That’s how much he loves my cooking.
I think he loves the act of it more than the actual food. Because he knows the effort, he KNOWS how hard it is to just boil a pot of water … He has seen the pain my back is in, just grabbing the pot … He has seen the struggle I face when trying to balance and walk that pot to the stove … he has seen the challenge I have in climbing the stool to reach the stove, to monitor the pot.
But if Joey Feek can lay her sweet frame in that hospital bed, and prepare dinner for her family as the pain medications circulate, to help her body be comfortable as it fades from the cancer …. I can boil that pot of water.
I can love my husband that much. I can choose the road less-traveled. I can actually fight, and I can fight for him.
I can show God my ample gratitude for all of the blessings in my life. I can. I will.