The next day came and the reeling from the present the night before started to slow down and I was ready. Again I laid my heart and life before the Lord. I wanted Him to have all of me and to teach me all He had for me.
Not only did the Lord use my husband as an example of the first coming of Jesus but also the time Jesus was here with His disciples. Now do not misunderstand me, my Savior is Jesus and above all things. But God teaches by using not only His word but real life examples. Nature, the Universe and my husband all teach me more and more about Him. I am sure kids will do the same thing for me. So there I was, pondering the three years that Mark and I had together before he was again abruptly ripped from my life.
Sweet sweet memories washed over me! Mark and I camping, on road trips, morning coffee and the sound of my husband’s laughter. I love to hear it, always it is as if my heart stands still to hear. Funny enough, I’m not able to bring it forth very often but I try very hard all the time, my husband can vouch for that. Mark tends to think silently in his mind, that was funny, and that is all I get. Perhaps because I have to work so hard for it, the ripples of his laughter have the same beautiful sound to me as the ripple of the oceans’ waves kissing the beach gently in the evening. I remembered his blue blue eyes as he gave me communion during our wedding ceremony, wow, just like Jesus gave the disciples the Passover Seder!
I remembered all my hours and hours of college courses and Mark taking care of the world around me to make sure nothing fell apart. How my car never needed me to scrape the windscreen because magically the ice fell off, rather, Mark helped it off. How some way the trash always ended up in the end of the driveway when it needed to, how amazing!
Mark did it all and took care of me in so many ways and taught me so many things. For instance, life has obstacles but you have to see the beauty around the obstacles. He taught me that up hill climbs are fun and that is the way life is, sometimes you have to climb uphill, but the view from the top is so worth it. Mark taught me that there are always things to count as blessings no matter how ugly it looks. He taught me that getting up at 0500 can be fun and absolutely make the day! Yeah, I smiled and realized that this is what the disciples must have done in their darkest hours. When they were sitting in those prisons for trying to spread the Gospel that would set the captive free, they remembered our Savior, Jesus! The heard His laughter and felt His hug! They remembered the meals they shared, the morning coffees and all the great talks about God and life, love, liberty and the pursuit of Holiness!(Which by the way is a great book by Jerry Bridges) How sweet it must have been for them when the Holy Spirit inspired them to write the Gospels as writing it they were showered with memories of their time with Jesus! How they would have made sure they got it right, how carefully, prayfully and inspired they would have been to write it! I would, because so great a love, so great a God I would want every one to know exactly how great He was. Just like I so carefully write about a man named Mark and how great he is, how much more for our God and Savior! Not to mention they had the Holy Spirit guiding their words! It reminds me of the ode that John wrote about Jesus in the opening of his Gospel:
The Holy Bible, New International Version. Pradis CD-ROM:Jn 1:1.
Jn 1:1 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
Jn 1:2 He was with God in the beginning.
Jn 1:3 Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made.
Jn 1:4 In him was life, and that life was the light of men.
Jn 1:5 The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it.
Jn 1:6 There came a man who was sent from God; his name was John.
Jn 1:7 He came as a witness to testify concerning that light, so that through him all men might believe.
Jn 1:8 He himself was not the light; he came only as a witness to the light.
Jn 1:9 The true light that gives light to every man was coming into the world.
Jn 1:10 He was in the world, and though the world was made through him, the world did not recognize him.
Jn 1:11 He came to that which was his own, but his own did not receive him.
Jn 1:12 Yet to all who received him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God—
Jn 1:13 children born not of natural descent, nor of human decision or a husband’s will, but born of God.
Jn 1:14 The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the One and Only, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth.
Jn 1:15 John testifies concerning him. He cries out, saying, “This was he of whom I said, ‘He who comes after me has surpassed me because he was before me.’ ”
Jn 1:16 From the fullness of his grace we have all received one blessing after another.
Jn 1:17 For the law was given through Moses; grace and truth came through Jesus Christ.
Jn 1:18 No one has ever seen God, but God the One and Only, who is at the Father’s side, has made him known.
Sounds like an ode done in love and inspiration. So that is what I was to do in my darkest hours. Remember the beautiful Jesus, the amazing things He had done in my life and our amazing times together. Just like when I longed so hard for Mark that I was sure my next breath wouldn’t come I would bath in memories of him. So that is what I do, in moments of despair I remember He healed my eyes! In moments of loneliness, I remember that the Lord brought us together from two different states, held our courtship in two different countries and would bring us together again! I would dwell on the sweet moments I had had with Jesus and think of all the times He had carried me and lifted me up. Just like the disciples I would remember the sweetness with Jesus, and just like I remember Mark and it brings him near, it does the same thing with Jesus! Thank God that He is so gentle and so loving towards us! I knew with this special revelation that I was going to make it until my groom returned, both Mark and Jesus! But that is a future story . . .