JOURNAL 78
14 March, 2016
One year ago on a day just like today there was no way we could know that we had just a few weeks left together.
I walked into your room to feed you breakfast. I looked so very forward to that moment every morning. Our eyes would meet and we shared the biggest smile. We received each day as a gift….a bonus, if you like.
Except this morning your smile was through tears. I noticed you had been reading the Bible notes for the day. I had no idea what caused the tears. After all, you were reading the Bible. I just wasn’t sensitized to the moment.
Then I realized that these were tears of joy and gratitude. Through the emotion that had welled up within you, I heard you say “Oh, that’s beautiful!! Listen to this:
“God showed how much he loved us by sending his one and only Son into the world so that we might have eternal life through him. This is real love—not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as a sacrifice to take away our sins”.(1John 4:9-10 (NLT)
You had connected (or had been connected!) to these verses in a new way. Over the years I must have read those words dozens of times but I never cried when I read them. As I read them again with you that morning, I didn’t cry then either.
I don’t know, my love, if you recall this conversation? But I said to you,
“I envy you” I said in a rather matter-fact-way. You looked at me for a moment and replied, “You what?”
“I envy you because you have read those verses with your heart, I read them with my head”. You connect with the truth at a devotional, relational level. I connect with them at a theological, academic level. Both levels are legitimate and desirable in their appropriate settings. I envy you because I need more of the heart stuff”
The other aspect that caught my attention that morning was the fact that God was preparing you for the moment when He calls you. I can see how He was turning your heart towards home. In that moment you will leave your earthly tent and go to your heavenly home”.
That call came just 40 days later.