Sometimes….I Just Miss Him

Sometimes….., I just miss him. The pain in my chest is constricting, and heavy. I shut the door to my office. And i cry. And then I cry some more. It’s not complicated. I. just. miss. him.

I want him to help me with Super Summer preparations. With planning. With ideas. Etc. I miss his sharp wit. His hilarious imitations of people. I miss his singing. His creativity. His “dancing.” His joy. His adventurous warrior-poet personality. And the sound of his voice.

I miss him calling me just to tell me, “Dad! I just finished Galatians! It’s awesome!”

But then…..

Truth.

All of a sudden. I am acutely aware of a Presence. An overwhelmingly powerful – yet gently loving – Presence. He whispers to me, “I. Am. Here. I’ve got this.”

“I am Jesus”, He tells me. “I am the resurrection and the life. Jordan believed in Me. Therefore, even though he died, yet he LIVES.” (John 11:25)

“Set your minds on things that are above, Nick, not on things that are on earth.” (Colossians 3:2)

And so I do. And, as the song goes, “the things of earth grow strangely dim, in the light of His glory and grace.”

soli deo gloria, nw