Last night, my spouse thought I would be home by 7--but it was my late night at work, as Wednesdays have been for some time, so I wasn't home until 8:30. It was a simple misunderstanding, but by the time I got home, he was starting to feel panicky.
He could have been angry when I pulled in the driveway or relieved. He chose the latter. He greeted me with a big hug and told me of his fears. We hugged multiple times last night. We know how lucky we are--and at some point, we will face this loss. At some point, one of us will not be coming home.
I thought about this sudden re-orienting, this reminder of what's really important. I thought about all of my returns.
This morning, I'm thinking about other returns--what would be the most famous return in the Bible? The Prodigal Son? God who returns again and again?
I thought about God, who surely wants to welcome us as warmly as my spouse welcomed me home last night. I thought of all the times I have returned to focus my attention on things spiritual again. I imagine God saying, "I'm so glad you're back. I was getting worried."
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