Old journal entries 2002 A.D. ...

I wanna post some old journal entries about my family on here.  There's something special about revisiting old writing and seeing how God's faithfulness is woven through the tapestry of my story.  They are from from between the years of 2002-2004 A.D. (remember those decrepit years buried in antiquity?)...


I was waiting at the airport for m family to arrive. It had been five days since I last laid eyes on them and I was giddy to say the least. My mind was racing with dreams of what our reunion would look like. Would they get off the plane and run in slow motion toward me just like the movies? Would Heidi jump into my arms and would I, with wild passion, swing her around in youthful zest. Would Kami be distant and cold because of the tiresome trip? Would Aly be awake so that I could see her beautiful blue eyes? I could only imagine.

When I saw them coming through the gate, I was exploding with joy, but in maturity, I held it in. I walked up to the stroller and before I was able to get there, Kami yelled out, “Daddy! Daddy!”. It was to loud that others waiting for their friends and family turned to see what warranted such commotion. I was so proud at that moment. I swept Kami into my arms and kissed her all over her face. She kept talking about the “big airplane” trying to give hand gestures to accurately portray how great it was to fly. I couldn’t stop kissing her. I then leaned over to my wife, embraced her, and gave her a good old-fashioned smooch…that was nice! I then shifted my attention to my youngest child, Aly, sitting in the stroller. She was tilting her head back and trying to watch every movement of every member of our family. I loved the way she looked at me…she wouldn’t take her eyes off mine. When I talked to her, she would squint her eyes, wrinkle her face and smile so big that her pacifier would fall out.

I sometimes wonder if that is what it’s like for God when he doesn’t see or hear from us for a while. He’s gotta be dying to meet with us and share our company…he loves us more that anyone could begin to imagine. To hear us say, “Daddy.” To feel us reach out for a hug. To see us looking in his eyes and finding our rest in his presence. All I know is that is how I feel when my children give me the time of day. I love it.

I don’t think we know how much God loves to be yelled to, looked at, hugged and kissed. That’s probably why we don’t do it that much. So what do you say…let down your guard, let down your hair and give him something real, something huge. If you need permission, I give it to you. If you need to know if it’s Biblical, just open up your Bible…and read.


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