Donna and I recently celebrated the 35th anniversary of our engagement (yep, I’m one of those guysJ). We went out to a nice dinner, and then did something I try to avoid most of the time—we went to a musical. I love music. Just not musicals—most of the time. But this one took us back to the year of our engagement—and to the young faith we both had at the time.
As we enjoyed an excellent production of Godspell, God reminded me of two things. First, the faith he gave me—a faith not in a set of statements or a way of doing things, or even a way of life, but faith in a real person. A person I can trust. A person I can believe. A person who has given everything for me and has taught me how to live, to love.
Then there’s the second thing. A relationship that is closer than any other I could imagine—except the one I have with Him. A person who would stick by me as I “grew up”. A person who watches me act like an idiot and forgives me over and over. A person who has joined her life to mine—committed herself to me for my whole life. Who could imagine that kind of love?
God could. As I was sitting there enjoying the show and allowing them to remind me of how profound Jesus’ love for me is, and wondering how I could ever let my focus stray from that love I realized it. 35 years ago he gave me a living, breathing, walking example of his love for me. Lord, thank you, and forgive me for the times I miss it.