Home Coming

Granted a two hour lunch between the Act 2 cue-to-cue and a full run, E and I decided to make a grocery run. Grabbing a cart and pushing through the isles, we made it back to the van, and aided by the helpful Bag Boy loading everything in the back in the snow, we drove home to get a quick lunch and a tiny reprieve.

On the way home, the snow softly falling, the voice of Chris Rice came on the radio. I love his music and lyrics. They aren't bound to juvenile temptations, but rather reach across generations with compelling thoughts and desires we all have but to which we somehow can't give words.

"Just Want to Be With You"

How far are you, how close am I
I know your words are true and I don't feel them inside
Still I believe you'll never leave
So where are you now

Every minute takes an hour
Every inch feel like a mile
Til I won't have to imagine
And I finally get to see You smile

I told E that I think that when I was younger, I was so excited about growing-up and finding out who I was to become that I didn't nurse a longing to see Jesus face-to-face and to experience the physicality of His presence in real, tangible, concrete terms without end.

I feel it so often now. It is the last thing on the "A Few Things About Me" list, and the most powerful and moving desire that I have ever had stir through me. It reminds me of the drive home from a long trip and the eagerness and excitement with which those last thirty miles are passed. Usually someone is waiting for you there. A door is opened anytime a car passes, a window peeked through at the shutting of a door across the street. The Lover and the Beloved both anticipating the reunion of their souls and bodies.