Praying for your husband

Greg and I have been together for 19 years. In a few weeks we will have been married for 17 years. I really don't write much about Greg, because he is very low maintainance to me. But tonight Jessica came out of her room to find me because she was worried. She explained that she had heard an announcement on the radio that tonight was initiation night for a specific gang in Charlotte. The gang were to be on the road after dark and all through the night finding would be prey. They were to bump into the back of drivers on the road. When the driver gets out of the car to see what happened, this is when the gang member would shoot and kill them. This really burdened Jessica because Greg travels to work every night at 2am. He drives across town off highway 85 and Billy Graham and opens the truck lot alone. There is a gate that locks behind him, but he has to get out and unlock it. He does this every night while his four children and I are sleeping peacefully through the night. Greg was not home at the time Jessica was telling me this story because it is Tuesday night. Every Tuesday night for the past 11 years, Greg has went over to a local dentist office to clean it. He cleans it twice a week for extra money. I don't know if the little extra really makes a difference or if he just enjoys the time alone. Jessica called her Dad on the phone to let him know what she had heard and he assured her he would be extra careful. He put her mind to rest. I don't write about Greg much because he is "simple", he does not require much attention or sleep. I wish I could say that I have accepted all his flaws/traits but they still get under my skin at times. He is gruff and loud. He is direct and to the point. He does not try to make you feel better by puffing you up with words and he never uses words he cant pronounce or explain. He is just Greg if you know him.
Seven years ago Greg began to have seizures. Through many tests the doctors determined that he was epileptic. They narrowed the portion of the brain that was making him have seizures and wanted him to have brain surgery. The risk was too much for us, so we decided not to go through with the surgery. Because of his new condition, Greg had to give up the one thing in his life that he loved. Driving a truck. He loved everything about it. Being your own boss, not sitting behind a desk, and being outdoors. When he was a child,his grandfather started one of the first trucking companies in Charlotte and that is all he ever wanted to do. He has made the very best of his situation. I could go on about the effects it has had on our life, children, job and finances, but this is about praying for him.
Every night Greg goes to bed before me. Like I said he leaves at 2am. One of my favorite things to do is get all the children in the bed and get myself ready. I sneak in the room and gently climb into bed as not to wake him.. Who am I kidding. Greg slept through hurricane Hugo. I come in turn the lights on, get dressed for bed, set the alarm, climb up in the giant bed in the sky(another story for later) turn the TV on and set up my laptop on my lap. I can type, work and laugh at the tv for hours. I could jump on the bed and it would not wake him. I usually have to tell him is alarm clock is going off for work.
But tonight as I set up my laptop to surf blogs, I thought of Jessica and her worries of her dad. I thought how much this burdened her. I thought of where we would be without Greg. I thought of the children and how they love their father. So I placed my hand on his back and said these words"Lord protect my husband as he drives to work. Place angels around him and guard him as he travels through the streets of town. Walk beside him as he opens those gates tonight. Thank you that he never fails us, he always gets up to go. Thank you that he has only called into work sick two times in 19 years. Thank you that he provides for me and the children. Thank you that he loves his children. Thank you that he is a wonderful father. Thank you Lord that even though he works sometimes 12 hours per day, he picks the children up from school in the afternoons, so that I may work. Please give him strength to work even though his body is always tired. Thank you that he always returns home each day and does not want to be anywhere else. Thank you Lord for him".
How come we usually do not pray the hardest for the ones we love the most. If you read this post, please pray for your husbands more. They really need it. I know my stinkin one does.