I will never forget a lesson I learned several years ago, during a course I attended at university. One day, as a class, we discussed the importance of scripture, and how to improve our personal study of the Lord’s word. One individual said, “When I read the scriptures, I feel like I am spending time with Him”, and her simple thought left a lasting impression on me.
The more time we spend with God, the more we grow to love Him, and to know He loves us.
You see, my first love language, the way I feel the most loved in all the world, is quality time. I feel distanced from my spouse if we go more than a couple of days without truly connecting. Often, I spend all day trying to think of a question to ask him that I won’t know the answer to— to learn something new, to spark real conversation, and to check in. Sometimes, we sit on our back porch to watch the sun set while we talk.
This investment makes our relationship so much more meaningful. As I labor to make quality time with my loved ones a priority, I wonder, how can I cultivate such love and space in my heart for the people around me, and yet forget my Creator?
He gave us this precious gift in sending us to Earth, to learn, and to become, but how He must miss us. He wants to hear about our daily lives, happy, sad, or mundane as they may be. More than that, He desires to bless us, and to give us the insight that only He can provide. He cares about the details. He hears our prayers. I know that, not because He keeps me from adversity, but because I feel Him with me in adversity.
When Jesus instituted the practice of the Sacrament, He asked His disciples to remember Him, even after His departure, and many murmured, “This is an hard saying” (John 6:60 KJV). Perhaps He was simply pleading, Spend time with Me, Please don’t forget Me, when He asked, “Will ye also go away?” (John 6:67 KJV).
May we choose to invest in Him, and answer as Peter did, Where else would I go? I testify that as you walk with Him, you will feel His love.
Here’s to missing heaven, and to heaven missing us.