Missing the Children

I was surfing through a few blogs tonight (or early this morning) and came across a story of a father that had been traveling quite a bit in the recent past and was excited to be going home because he missed his kids so much. He talked about hugging them and loving them and simply letting them know that he was there for them.

I then began thinking about how I use to feel the exact same way when I was on travel and out of the country about 85% of the time between 2006 and 2008. I would call every day (well, most days) and speak to my wife and kids just to say I love you and to see how the day went - this was sometimes very difficult depending on my geographical location (Australia and Japan were real challenges). I remember being homesick a lot, especially on the weekends. Thank God for the "Slingbox" and "Skype".

I then began to think about what it would feel like if nobody picked up the phone when I called or if I could only look at my children and love them without being able to lay a hand on them because they did not know I was there. I thought about what it would feel like to love your children enough to give your life for them, yet the children are unaware of that fact. What a tragedy....

I then began to think about how it would feel to help all of those children turn and see that their Father is there, that he has always been there and that it is their turn to come home and experience His love first hand. That feels pretty darn good....