“I miss you, Mommy.”
His voice was heavy with tears.
“Can you come up here?”
It was around 9pm. My boys had left that morning to spend a couple days with their grandma, a few short hours’ drive away.
“Oh, honey. It’s too late for mommy to drive all that way. But I’ll be thinking of you. I love you. I’ll be there to get you before you know it.
Just talking seemed to calm him, and he sounded better by the end of our conversation.
It had been a long day without my sweeties. I must admit, I was a bit lost without them. I began to wonder what I ever did before we had children. When I am apart from them, a part of me is missing. Things never feel quite right until we are back together again.
I remember when they were infants, the times I had to leave them for short periods. Whether it was for errands or a date with my husband, that time away from them set an ache so deep inside of me that it became a physical thing. Nothing quieted that sense of urgency until I had them in my arms again.
I remember asking my mother, “Does it ever change? Do you ever stop worrying over them like this?”
She laughed and then looked me in the eye.
“It never does.”
I recall a dear patient I had the pleasure of working with. She was well in her eighties. She had just undergone hip or knee surgery and had had a stroke during the procedure. Her son, who was in his sixties, lived several states away. She was beside herself with worry that he was traveling to be with her.
“He has to watch his blood pressure! He cannot be fooling with me. He has to take care of himself!”
I silently chuckled to myself.
I guess it never does change.
Love creates a tangible presence. Even when the beloved is gone, they are still with us. Love makes them more real than anything we can touch.
So it is true for the One who is Love.
Though I cannot see His face, I carry His love with me just as surely as if it were a person walking beside me. Truly, I believe it is.
Love is real.
But it cannot be grasped. It cannot be touched.
Only intimated in hugs and kisses. A glance or a touch. Maybe a breath, a word…
What makes love real?
It is inside of us.
An ache so deep it becomes tangible.
We can taste it, smell it, knead it between our fingers.
This is God.
Do you feel Him?
He is there.
Love defies science. Defies the laws of nature. There is no visible evidence for such a thing.
Yet, it is.
And so is He. God is Love.