Monday, February 27, 2012


“God setteth the solitary in families.”  Psalm 68:6  (KJV)

Sometimes, as is the story with all little boys, Zachary gets a tummy-ache.  When I sense that the source of his trouble is anxiety or worry over something, I have learned that what helps him the most is comfort and his emotional distress addressed, instead of help from a physical perspective.  So, we play a little game.  We take a journey, (in our imaginations, of course, but it feels so real!), to places we like to go.  We revisit vacation spots we’ve known, and we pretend we are there again, enjoying all of our favorite things together.  On a recent early-morning episode, he woke me up feeling very bad, so together we walked to the living room, and through sleepy eyes, I took him on an imaginary one-month-long expedition.  We encompassed five states, and we went to some very neat and exciting places.  Shortly after our “trip”, Zach was feeling all better and ready to go back to bed.  After I tucked him back safely in and kissed his cheek, he said, “Wherever we are together, I’m happy.” 

I walked away and thought about what he had just said.  Out of the mouth of babes!  He has so much wisdom.  And things are so simple and easy to understand for him.  His philosophy is pure and untainted by cynicism.  His enthusiasm hasn’t become jaded from years of living and facing the not-so-pleasant side of life post-childhood.  So, I love to hear his take on things and try to escape into his world of clear perspective and authentic acceptance of life being unsullied by doubt and suspicion.

As I pondered on his simple statement to me, I came to the full realization that he is 100% correct.  Togetherness, with the ones we love the most, makes all of us happy.  The component of moral support, of being surrounded by love and those who love us, is invaluable.  Through the years, some of the worst and darkest times of my life have been softened and made tolerable just by Kevin’s touch…of having him near…of looking across the room and seeing Zachary and knowing he is okay and with us.  Just having them near me brings a sense of confirmation and assurance that all will ultimately be well as long as we are together.   

Together.  It is important.  It is essential to a life well-lived.

Even our dear Lord needed that togetherness…that moral support of knowing the ones He loved most were near to Him.  I believe in my heart that some of His sadness and heartbreak in the Garden of Gethsemane on that final night was due to the fact that He would soon have to leave His dearest friends.  He also keenly felt the loneliness and desolation they would soon feel…the horrible sense of loss of no longer having Him near to lead, comfort, and guide their every move. 

 Remember how His heart went out to His mother when He was hanging on the cross?  “When Jesus therefore saw his mother, and the disciple standing by, whom he loved, he saith unto his mother, Woman, behold thy son! Then saith he to the disciple, Behold thy mother! And from that hour that disciple took her unto his own home.”  John 19:26,27 (KJV) 

Jesus knew her mother-heart was breaking with the overwhelming sense of losing Him.  He knew she would need comfort and care after His departure, so in His dying agony, He made provisions for her to have someone else to call her son!

Family matters, my friend.  It matters not how imperfect they are, how short they fall from someone else’s ideal of a “perfect family”, or how big or small they may be.  If you have one, you are abundantly blessed.  To have someone who worries when you aren’t home on time.  To have someone to call and share good news with.  To find kind eyes to look into when you’re falling apart. 

It really matters not how many earthly treasures we accumulate.  They can’t comfort us or care about us or respond to our needs.  What matters is having someone who loves us…who sincerely cares about us….who makes “together” a possibility for us.  As Zach so accurately pointed out, happiness comes from being with the ones we love…no matter where we are.

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