Lasting

So on the almost almost eve of me leaving for China, I can't help but experience a little "What if he doesn't love me when I get back?" anxiety. This of course brings to mind a certain thirty day or so period where the he in question and I didn't exchange words at all. What was that like? Hard. Long. Holy. It tested and proved our desires. It strengthened my trust in the Lord and in the he. It proved a listening God, set the foundation for a strong comittment (how do you spell that?) and strengthened a lasting love. I want to beg the he to promise me he'll wait, to write me every day even though he can't send me letters, to do nothing but miss me, crawl into his sock drawer and sleep for days. I know how unfair that is. Our lives should be an adventure, I'm going to have one in a faraway place, he is going to have one closer to home. Three weeks seems like a long time, but eternity is where we reside. Let us keep our focus on that blessed hope and never take them off. Keep our eyes on Love Itself and not on time. Love is outside of time.