Forever is Far too Short

It’s only been six months with the love of my life, and I’m realizing forever will be far too short of a time to spend with her.

Far too short.

I can’t get enough of the little moments: I get lost in them... The way she flashes her smile when she gets excited. Her giggles, which, tend to float across the room when I act like an idiot. I love late-night boba trips and early-morning coffee runs. I love the way she skips across the room. I will never get tired of coming home to the sound of her guitar following the sound of her voice as she lifts up praise to the most high God. I never want to stop holding her hand, or hearing her voice, or staring at her soft brown eyes. I’m afraid, that forever will simply be far, far too short of a time to enjoy those little moments.

More than those little moments, however, is the way she’s taught me to love my God. I’m learning the way God loves me, and the way I’m meant to love him, through the love that Rachel and I share. Her amazing ability to draw me closer to Jesus, and make me more like him, is the reason I married her after all (although her wonderful sense of humor and jaw-dropping beauty didn’t hurt). Because of the love that I now share with my Wife, I’m realizing that eternity will be far too short of a time to worship God. Not only will eternity not be enough time for me to worship him, but just like I desire to be with my bride, Jesus desires to be with his.

I would follow Rachel Marie to the moon and back just to be around her. There’s nothing she could ever do to remove my love from her. Nothing. If I had to, I’d chase her through affairs and rainstorms, through abuse and pain, through choppy waters and uncertainty. I’d cross heaven and earth, move space and time and, if no option was left, die, to be with her: to make certain that she knew how great my love is for her.

I think forever is far too short of a time to love my wife, and eternity will be far too short of a time to worship my God