This is not the weekly blog post, it’s just something I need to get out.
There are days, like today, when I deeply, intensely, passionately wish that God and His love for me would capture my imagination, my emotions, and my mental world to the extent that so many other things on this Earth do. I wish that I could dream about God as passionately as I do my future, my friends, my experiences. I wish that I could be satisfied with the wonderful, heart-filling proofs He does give me all the time (if I’m looking) of His love for me. I wish the world hadn’t been broken, so that He and I could walk, side-by-side, hand-in-hand through one of the lush, green forest gardens He’d recently grown. I wish I could long for Him the way I do when I miss my friends.
I want that sort of connection with Him.
To say I long for that day isn’t expressing the depth of my desire, but the words don’t exist to express it. So, I’ll simply say:
I deeply, passionately, intensely, long for the day when all will be made right again. And I don’t know what it’s going to be like when the world is made new, but I pray that I’ll still have a body, so that I can know what it’s like to feel Him hold my hand.