She
snuggles up close. Beyond work, beyond play, beyond words said and thoughts
thought; I am convinced these moments are the most sacred of the day.
These
in the quiet dark when we say our “I love you’s,” and we whisper our prayers
and we read our books, we lay quiet.
It
is a feast for me. The moments I have
hungered for all day come ravishing in; the moments when my boys and girls tell
me anything and everything that is on their minds. They ask questions about
tomorrow, and relive today and hope for things far away. Then the lights go dim
and my youngest gets so close there isn’t even air between us.
She
speaks in a low hush. I can tell this is
important; she is never quiet and rarely serious. She asks why I don’t live
with my daddy anymore.
I
can’t quite figure out where this question came from. I explain how her daddy
and I met and how we fell in love and how my daddy was happy and overjoyed when
we started a family. I was selling but she wasn’t buying. I wondered if this
had to do with her China home, she remembers that one too.
She
whispered even more quieter now, “Is it okay if I never leave you?”
She
had seen something she didn’t like. It wasn’t a Grandpa who lives alone, and it
wasn’t a little girl, now a wife and mama that left her daddy.
No,
it was a parade of workmen that she had seen stroll through our home. At
six-years old she had taken that parade and created a story of her own. A story
that we were moving and things would change and her life would be suddenly
different and scary.
I
pulled her in and whispered back her whispers.
“We are painting and repairing. That’s all." I said and continued "No packing, no moving, no changes that we all
wouldn’t face together."
I assured her if she chose to, she could live with me
forever. I continued to explain that one day she might want a house and a husband and
little babies that call her mama. She decided we would be neighbors and every
night I would come read to her and her husband. I told her how much I loved
every thought of that and she drifted off to sleep.
There
is something about our homes that is so precious. I am convinced when God sketched
our souls into existence he covered them with a physical body such that we would
know shelter, a place to call home.
What
other possible reason than to give us a foretaste of heaven?
We
dream and build and go into debt to call four walls our home. Then we spend our
lives decorating and repainting and refurnishing hoping to happy this home.
Likewise
the shelter for our soul. We exercise and eat right and stand on scales hoping
this shelter is lighter or better or stronger or prettier. We are rarely contented
and only sometimes happy. Not because of finances or failure, but because we forget
these places we call home are for a moment when our souls are built for
forever.
My
daughter wants forever. Children get that, but we age and grow wise and forget
that forever is exactly the desire He placed in our souls.
I
make decisions and forget forever. I set priorities that dismiss eternal. I say
prayers for the present, and souls are missed because I neglected to pray for them
and their tomorrow.
Something
doesn’t feel quite right so we go on a diet, or buy a new can of paint. The hunger we feel, the longing we sense goes
deep. God gifts us with a heavenly aching.
It’s
the daddy reminding their child, “You left this home for a while, to start a
family, or start a business or make a name, but it’s me you’re missing.”
You
hear the whispers late in the night, “Fill your home with Me, and the aching
won’t be so bad, fill your hearts and minds and lives with redemption and grace
and glory and you will be filled.”
Then
when the end comes and you move once more, you will find a door suddenly
open. It’s the one you have searched for
your whole life, the home you have hungered for in every moment, and the sweet peace
you have pined for.
And
there, it is there in that forever, we get to hear the stories we have hoped
for by the Father who wrote them and the Son who lived them.
We
are confident, I say, and would prefer to be away from the body and at home with
the Lord.
2
Corinthians 5:8
Thank you for this sweet reminder.
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