Adam, Where Art Thou? You Might Be Surprised.

When it came to wifely roles and responsibilities, my former spouse heartily embraced Genesis 2:18: "The Lord God said, 'It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him.'"

In fact, many times during our 20-year marriage, I had no doubt that my husband was Adam resurrected from the dead: He constantly needed a helper.

If a burned-out light bulb needed changing, I had to hold the good bulb while he unscrewed the bad one. If something under the bed captured his attention, I had to steady the dust ruffle while he maneuvered the flashlight around. If painting was his Project of the Day, steadying the ladder became mine.

Sometimes his needs were as simple as taking him something.

One day, while washing the car, he yelled inside for me to fetch the Ajax. Never mind that I was cooking dinner and his legs worked fine; Adam needed his helper.

But not only did I have to help Adam do things, I had to help Adam find things. And not only did Adam need help finding things, he was convinced that I moved them in the first place.

"What did you do with the two dollars I had in quarters on the dresser?"

"I haven't seen any quarters."

“Well, they were laying right here. I wish you'd leave my things alone."

A few minutes later…

"Did you move my keys?”

"I haven't seen your keys.”

"Well, the only place they can be is in my coat pocket, and they're not here."

Getting up from my comfortable chair, I ambled toward the sound of his voice, picked up the coat in question and fished out the keys.

Dropping them into his waiting hand, I asked (with a hint of smugness in my tone), "Where would men be without women?"

Raising his eyebrows a bit, he matched my smugness and replied, "Probably in the Garden of Eden…eating strawberries."

Like I said, Adam is alive and well.

I do hope he’s found his Eden.