I love my wife. I sing to her, paint for her, provide for her and love her like crazy.
But here’s a typical day:
She sleeps as late as possible, then gets up and rushes around to get ready for the day. She walks past me like I’m not even there and doesn’t bother to say either “Good morning” or “Good-bye” on her way out the door.
Throughout her work day she knows she can call me anytime, but she doesn’t. I leave her texts, but she doesn’t even read them.
We meet for dinner, but she eats it without thanking me for taking her out. In fact, she invites some of our friends and talks to them the whole meal, acting like I don’t even exist.
On the drive home she listens to her music, yells at other drivers at times, but treats me like I’m invisible.
When we get home, she changes to comfy clothes, crawls into bed and turns on the TV. She laughs at fabricated jokes but can’t seem to hear my true humor.
Hours later, without any acknowledgement of our marriage, she clicks off the TV, turns away from me and goes to sleep.
I watch her, aching to love her. But I’ll wait until she turns to me first. She usually talks to me at least once on the weekend. In that time, I woo her, but she seems to forget me when Monday comes again.
So I wait. I love her so much.
Is this our relationship with Jesus? Are we doing life oblivious to His crazy love and constant presence? Is occasional time in the Bible enough? Is weekly worship acceptable?
Dear one, He waits for us. Let us speak to Him now and now and now … allowing Jesus to fill our spirits and invade each moment of our lives with His divine presence.