The last three days I’ve been away from my new wife of only 19 days. I had the joy and privelege of participating in one of my best friends’ weddings in Michigan. But I missed my wife. Bad. Real bad.
It’s said that absence makes the heart grow fonder and I get that. I’m crazy for my wife and my aching for her weighed even more heavily on me than the joy of time with a few good brothers. If you’re in love, you know exactly what I’m talking about. If you’re not, then I think you should still be able to relate… at least if you love Jesus.
God, in his mercy helped me contemplate this weekend what it means to long for what I don’t yet fully enjoy, namely the presence of my First Love in heaven. My time away from Candace didn’t mean we weren’t married, but how much sweeter our reunion, in person, will be (I’m on the plane while I write this and am very much looking forward to it) now that we’ve been apart a few days.
If you’re a follower of Christ and have been saved by his mercy, you’re enjoying his kingdom and love and peace and strength right now in this life. But it’s marred by sin and selfishness and material and vanity. How much greater…. sweeter…. glorious it will be to enjoy him in a sinless eternity.
I’m thankful to the Father for using this absence to stir up in my mind the affections for my wife and, even more importantly, my savior.