It is beautiful outside today. The sky is the bluest blue, the sun is shining high. The birds are singing their songs of springtime. This afternoon we are attending a wedding of two beautiful people who have honored God in their relationship. They will stand before Him pure today, pledging their love to one another. My thoughts this morning were directed toward what a perfect day today will be for them.
But I was quickly reminded that today isn’t really perfect. The bride’s sister committed suicide a couple years ago and her absence will be felt today. In the midst of so much joy, a twinge of pain will linger.
Today is also the anniversary of my father’s death, 29 years ago. My wedding was not perfect either because he was not the one to walk me down the aisle or to dance with me at the reception. In fact, none of the days since then has been perfect. There have been many days filled with exploding joy, but none have been perfect. Because no matter how joyous the occasion might be, the twinge of pain forever lingers.
And naturally, my thoughts turn to my 3 nieces whose Mother died on New Year’s Day. They will never know another perfect day. Graduations will come soon, weddings will one day arrive, and births are inevitable. And I know those days will hold exploding joy, but they will never be perfect.
Perfect is when everyone is together. Every single person. And that will never happen again.
Actually, it will happen. Because we are all believers, the day will come when we are reunited at the throne of Jesus. There is nothing more perfect than that!
