Wayne and I have been away from our daughter for over two weeks now. We talked to her on the phone this morning. She said she was missing me so much that she read every post on my blog! Ha! Something she would never do if we were home and crossing paths each day. I guess absence makes the heart finally read Mom’s blog.
Our daughter is finishing her first year of college in December and will return to Cyprus for another season of missions’ training in January 2008. We have been separated for long and short periods of time through the years. But the longing of the heart remains the same. It is just hard to be away from those you love.
This morning when Julia called our hotel room Wayne was in the lobby and missed her call. She called back later to speak to her daddy. When the phone rang, Wayne ran from the bathroom to pick it up. The scene moved in slow motion to me.
As Wayne sped to the phone, his face shone with love and joyful anticipation. A big grin broke out across his face, and his eyes twinkled. He stumbled over his own feet trying to get to the phone quicker–he couldn’t wait to touch the line that connected his heart to his daughter’s for a few moments. He couldn’t wait to hear her voice, to ask, “How are you, honey?”
His was a father’s look–a look of joyful anticipation. A look of love. A look of connection. A look of “ready to help.” A look of “I will never stop loving you.” A look of “you don’t have to earn my love.”
I will never forget that look.
And I imagine it is the look my heavenly Father gives me when I am stumbling in a dark world, desiring illumminating connection from above. And He is just there looking at me.