Any Day Now...

 

 Memories flood.  

Senses fade as memories surge and play back in slow motion. 

I see the smiles. Hear the laughter. We walk up the lane, hand in hand. Togetherness. Nearness. We enjoy these sweet gifts as special blessings from God. 

I see his eyes dancing with joy as Bethany snaps pictures and Rachael holds Judah in check. I smile and breath peacefully. Moments pass quickly. Tears fall. Goodbyes pierce souls. One last hug. Goodbye kisses flutter through the air. One last glimpse through teary eyes. 

The memories fade.

 Hope remains.

Sweet moments listening with careful ear. Phone lines heavy from miles. Three words dearer than any other: I love you. Friendship builds with slow, steady purposefulness. One block after another. Our hearts learn patience, our words learn kindness, our ears learn to listen, our mind learns to rest, and our whole being learns LOVE. Small little, tiny bits. Small, like seeds just planted. Small with room to grow and grow through the years yet unfolding. 

Days pass. Months crossed out. Time draws near. Waiting continues. Not heavy waiting. Not angry waiting. Joyful waiting with eager expectancy. Waiting with thanksgiving. Waiting seen as a gift. 

Any day now. Mail might surprise. Visa might await. Eager hands and eyes will go wild. Prayers of thanks will rise. Happy faces brightened with cheer. 

Until then joyful thanks remains. Offered because each days is new. A blessing waiting to be enjoyed. The present is a gift waiting to be unwraped. 

We wait. We talk. We hope. Smiles fill each day as words keep building on each word. Tears come too and help as more blocks are set. Love increases. Selfishness rasises its head. Truth crushes it down.

Little battles won. Steps taken. Growth comes. 

Sweet memories made. Sweet gift of time enjoyed. 

Any day a sweet joy received of nearness soon. Togetherness again. Hand in hand. 

Every day the experience of togetherness grows. Hearts knit together even with miles. Love growing even when so far.

The miracle of God displayed.

The miracle of perfect love in Jesus. Ours completely. Ours freely. Ours though our Lover though he be not near; 

he still is nearer to our hearts than all.