Time. I perceive it differently now. Every time his silver
Honda disappears from view, time takes on new dimensions, a new edge. I can´t
wait!
I can´t wait until the next time I get to see his smile or
hear his familiar greetings over the phone. I suppose it´s a common enough type
of anticipation felt by couples in the courtship phase of life. However common
it may be, it is richly significant.
It was this slight ache of anticipation one day that caused
me to glance upward and ask, “How in the world do you do it, Father God? How
can you possibly bear the centuries-long ache of waiting to embrace us and have
us nearby?”
If, after all, I find it difficult to wait a few days to see
the boy who is winning my heart, what must be the depth of anxiousness that God
feels towards several billion dear ones who He passionately loves and longs to
dwell with? How must it feel for our God to be perpetually consumed with the
intense feeling of “I can´t wait?”
God´s response intrigued me.
“You´re right,” He said. “I can´t wait in a way that is far
beyond your mind´s grasp. But one thing is better than being tangibly and
visibly with you. One thing makes the wait bearable.”
“What would that be, Father God?”
“Being with your spirit. Communing with you heart to heart. I´d
rather have this kind of closeness any day. Closer than close. Sure, I dream of
embracing you, but until then I just want to dwell in your heart. And one
day…I´ll have you nearby in every sense of the word. Truly, dear one, I know how
you feel. I can´t wait.”
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