I was looking for you all along.
I was looking for you in that friendship I thought would last forever. Then one day she just up and left.
I was looking for you in the eyes of the teacher who helped me forage for hidden talent. I never believed I could before I met her.
I was looking for you in church ministry and responsibility. But you showed me it wasn’t about me. Or my plans.
I was looking for you in the quicksand of peer acceptance. You waited patiently while I worked out your approval was better.
I was looking for you in the love of my life. Instead, he drew me closer to your heart first.
I was looking for you since I entered this world, searching, straining for some stroke of meaning. Something that would make sense of this forest of dark and light.
Then you reached in and found me – and showed me how to find you.
I’ve been looking every day, each year a step closer to meeting you. Spending forever in your presence. And not because of anything I’ve done. But because of all you’ve done.
And when I look into your heavenly eyes for the first time, my search will cease.
“You who bring good tidings to Zion, go up on a high mountain. You who bring good tidings to Jerusalem, lift up your voice with a shout, lift it up, do not be afraid; say to the towns of Judah, “Here is your God!”
See, the Sovereign Lord comes with power, and his arm rules for him. See, his reward is with him, and his recompense accompanies him. He tends his flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart.”