Its about 95 miles from New York to Philadelphia. Its not much more than 95 mile from Los Angeles to San Diego. Its over 2,000 miles from my house to the little town of Ouzinkie, Alaska. Why does it torture me so much more now? Even when I think that the 95 miles is the distance traveled by roads. In reality, it's only 75 on a strait shot. I think of 75 and translate it into yards. That's only three lengths of a swimming pool. An honestly, that would be just as painful. No distance large or small, near nor far, would change the agony I feel now as long as I couldn't get there. Why do I need to get there? Because its my job to help. My job to protect. My job to comfort. My job to LOVE! But alas, there is one thing I can still do: pray. Ask and ye shall receive, right? Yes. I will pray for my job to be done even though I'm not there. 75 yards or 95 miles, God will get it done. He will help. He will protect. He will comfort. He will LOVE! I know he will. Without Him, I wouldn't be able to do my job as well even when I'm in person.
To someone who has reason to fear, God said: "Look unto me in every thought: doubt not, fear not." (D&C 6:36) "Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil because thou art with me..." (Psalms 23:4) That is the attitude that we all need. With God, we have no reason to fear. I know that my prayers will travel the 95 and 75 and more. They will help get the job done...I know it. You wondering what my job is? It's one of promise, of Love, of honor, and cherishing. What's my job?
Husband.
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