Gifts, emotions, and a bride to be

 
Note:  This musing is taken from one of my journal entries, written on July 2nd, while I was on vacation.  I hope it encourages you!

 

Made my Dad a card for his birthday-a simple thing of crayons and folded paper, more suited to a child than a 32 year old woman, but I hope he likes it.  Looking forward to giving him his present tomorrow.

 

God is suddenly showing me that He also gets excited, when He gives us gifts and sees us use them for the first time.  Mind blowing.  The God of the universe gets genuine joy from the unconscious smile on my face when I sing certain songs or write a draft of something, or do a halfway-decent job teaching something.

 

Why is it so easy to forget God has real emotions, when He has painted them all across scripture for the whole world to see, as well as wiring them into us, made in His image?  I lose sight of it too often in everyday life.  Maybe because I don’t get to actually see the expressions on His face yet.  I can’t hear every precise, nuanced tone of His voice with these dull earthly ears.  But I live with the hope and the promise.  Some day I will see His face clearly.  Someday I will hear the timbre of His voice not just in my heart but in a way I can’t hear it now.  I so look forward to that.

 

Sometimes I wish I could have had more time with my grandparents before they died.  Time to really get to know them better, to ask questions and share life.  Tonight I feel like that with God.  Not that I can’t spend very real time with Him and talk with Him, but not the way it was originally meant to be.  I never got to walk in the garden in the cool of the day with Him.  I was robbed of that.  Every human being alive now was robbed of that face to face relationship that should have been our birth right.

 

It wasn’t His fault, I know.  Humanity ditched Him, not the other way around.  He’s always been there to fight for me and hold me.  He did everything He could to restore the relationship.

 

But it can’t be the same as it was in Eden…not yet, anyways.  One day we will see face to face and walk side by side.  He’ll throw the best party of all time to celebrate it.  I long for that day.  But He looks forward to it even more than I do.

 

I don’t know when that day will come, but I look forward to it.

 

I don’t know if I’ll ever be a bride here (though I very much hope I will be!)  But He loves the virgins too.  One day, I will be a bride!

 

Revelation 19:7-9
“Let us rejoice and be glad and give the glory to Him, for the marriage of the Lamb has come and His bride has made herself ready.”  It was given to her to clothe herself in fine linen, bright and clean; for the fine linen is the righteous acts of the saints.  Then he said to me, “write, ‘Blessed are those who are invited to the marriage supper of the Lamb.'”  And he said to me, “These are true words of God.”

 

Someday
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6 thoughts on “Gifts, emotions, and a bride to be

  1. This doesn’t totally speak to the sentiment of your post, but I can identify with your comment about your grandparents. Unfortunately, for me, it wasn’t a choice. Both my grandfathers passed away before I was born. I’ve always been jealous of kids who had grandpas.

    • I’m glad/sad that you can identify. I wish you had had a chance to know your grandfathers. One of my grandfathers had a stroke shortly after I was born, so I didn’t get to know him as well as I would have liked, and my memories of him are of him sitting in a wheelchair. Such is life sometimes, sadly. Thanks for your comment.

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