Time to be alone...

I'll have to say that I have new empathy and much appreciation for our military wives, now that I have experienced Matthew being gone on business for a little while now. I have had a lot of time to think, and pray, and try to adjust to the fact that no one is coming home for dinner. The first few days were great: lots of family and friend activities, projects getting done, and phone calls that were overdue. But after a while, things begin to change into an off-pattern of not sleeping well, waking up at odd hours, not having an appetite, and trying to determine what I can eat that actually sounds good. The interesting thing, and probably the biggest blessing of this whole time has been the volumes of time I have had with the Lord. When I get time alone, things surface that He wants to talk to me about, and I begin to realize how much I am in need of Him. Suddenly, He is right there, especially in the absence of anyone else. And in the middle of this strangeness and missing Matthew so much that it hurts, He brought an interesting thought. What if He, as our Father, misses us, too? What if He misses us so much that it hurts? What if He wishes that we were right there, sharing our day with Him, but sees that somehow we are just too busy? What if He has things to tell us, **world-changing** things, but we just aren't listening, and perhaps put Him off as another 'to-do' project? 

I think He misses us just like that.

The other day, I was making a list of all the words that would describe a person who was completely taken with Jesus Christ. These are some of the ones I thought of:

Committed.

Passionate. 

Focused.

Sure.

Convinced.

Single-minded.

Large-hearted.

Sold out.

Steadfast.

Dedicated.

Do these describe us? If not, perhaps He is missing us. 

Where are we?