For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.” ~ 1 Cor. 13:12
I longed for heaven yesterday. Yep, it was my birthday. I was overwhelmed all day by the outpouring of love from my family and friends; yet, there was a sadness I could not shake. I woke up to that same empty bed (of course, with the exception of sweet Ralphy!) and felt so very lonely. I missed the one who loved my birthday more than I did. I missed my life from 3 years ago, what would become my last birthday with my husband.
I miss him. I miss marriage. I miss us.
I am finally able to put into words what I miss most about marriage these days. For it’s these very days that I find myself putting on my big girl pants quite often, walking into new situations, getting to know new people.
Sometimes, I’m downright terrified by it. I force myself to go anyway. I tell those closest to me how much I don’t like it.
They remind me of how far my God has carried me on this journey of the last 2 and a half years. They prompt me to keep going.
Going. Going. Yet, feeling so unknown. Going with folks, being in a crowd of people, and yet feeling so very alone. It’s as if I’ve got one foot in my new surroundings and the other in my circumstances of the last few years. It depends on the day, on the season, which side I choose.
Yet, when I do venture forward, I finding myself looking to make eye contact with someone, anyone, who can look back at me and know what I am thinking, know what I am feeling. Someone who can almost read my mind by the look in my eyes.
Someone who knows me fully. Someone with whom I am fully known.
And that, that very desire is what I miss most about marriage.
Sure, I miss Tony, I do. But I’ve accepted the fact that he’s in the Ultimate Destination and he’s not coming back. He’s tasted and seen the Living God. He’d never choose to come back to this earth, even if he was given the opportunity. He’s living it up in heaven. And that comforts me.
Still, I find myself missing the amazing gift of being married, of being one with another, of doing life with my husband. I miss being fully known by my one and only love.
Fully known, no matter the good or the bad. Fully known and accepted. Fully known and loved.
I want that again. I do. My marriage was such an amazing love story, how could I not desire to be married again? How could I not?
And yet, I’m fully aware that it doesn’t happen overnight. It’s a process. It can be a very long process. And that’s just the finding. And there’s no guarantee that I’ll even find again. On top of that, getting to the place of being known fully is a lot of work, hard work, and vulnerability and courage. The sheer thought of it overwhelms me. It’s too much.
And that’s when my God intervenes. That’s when He reminds my fragile heart that He knows me fully. He knows me fully. In Him, I am fully known. In Him, I am never alone. And though I can’t see the pieces and parts of my story ahead, He sees it. And even more than that, He’s got a place waiting for me, not of this earth, where I can be forever, completely fully known.