Packing for the Journey Home

This past week has been surreal. Jane and I have spent a lot of time talking about her journey "home". At times, our conversation has been sprinkled with humor, and the other day I asked her, "Do you have your passport?" We had a laugh. Then, I looked at her and it hit me, and I said, "I'm really going to miss you," and I broke down again in her arms.

It's hard to believe at times. I wake up in the morning and wonder how this could be happening. I am not angry, or afraid, but deeply saddened. I know Jane will be in Good Hands.

I was thinking yesterday about our wedding day. When the doors to the back of the sanctuary (at our church in San Jose) opened, and Jane and her dad started the walk up the aisle to meet me. I began to tremble and cry. She was so beautiful! Her white silk wedding dress, bouquet in hand, and her father proudly walking her to me.

It made me think about how Jesus must feel the same way. Waiting expectantly for His bride, Jane, to walk down the aisle toward Him. I guess I'm going to be the father giving her to Him.

I wish that I could see His face when she meets Him at the altar.