My husband and I started dating in high school and continued through college. Unfortunately, we were at different colleges that were 700 miles apart. Not nearly close enough for even a weekend visit more than once a semester.
All this in the time before email, cell phones, and Google Hangouts.
I hated the end of any visit that we had. The day would start with most of my attention focused on the time when we had to leave. I hated the distance between us and knowing that it wouldn’t change for another couple years. Even when we lived in the same town and got married, the shadow of this distance loomed over us. It took me months to stop waiting for the time he had to leave for the airport. I treasured every moment with him, and hated to give even one of them up.
I thought of this recently as I thought about my relationship with Jesus. The closer I get to Him, the more Continue reading