This year Valentine’s Day was on a Wednesday. My husband and I normally do not make too big of a deal about this holiday. He usually gets me a card that makes me cry and a box of chocolates (because I once told him that $65.00 for a half dozen roses was ridiculous). This year, he got me roses (from the grocery store, so not $65.00) and a card that made me cry, but no chocolate because I had just lost ten pounds and did not want to find it again.
That afternoon, I had gone with a friend to run an errand and returned after he did. When I got home, he said we were going out to dinner. We do not normally do this because I do not like standing in line for an hour to be rushed through dinner on Valentine’s Day. My husband also has severe food allergies so that limits where we can eat, and since we live in a small town, we have to drive more than 35 minutes to eat. He decided on one of our regular places that does more takeout than dine-in. When we got there, they were busy but there was only a few minutes wait for a table, although they were busy with takeout orders.
We had a lovely Valentine’s Day. The problem began because I normally attend church every Wednesday night. Lately, I have missed a few times because of my husband’s medical issues, but I usually let someone know if I am not going to be there. I was not thinking about church or even paying attention to my phone; we were out having Valentine’s dinner.
When we got home, I finally checked my phone. I discovered I had a missed call from the preacher and a message from the preacher’s wife. They were checking on me and wanting to know if I was okay. The following morning, I also had a message from the music leader’s wife (I am the church pianist). Although I replied to her message, apparently she did not get my reply until after her husband left for work. He called me to make sure everything was okay. By then, I was laughing. I was missing and did not even know it!
All this concern made me think, “All these people missed me in church on a Wednesday night! God must miss us when we do not spend time with Him like we should!” I try to have my quiet time with God every day. My goal is to spend time with Him in the Word and then talking to Him in prayer. When I am in the car, I try to listen to Christian contemporary music to keep me focused on Him. Sometimes, life happens and I do not get to spend the time that I want with Him. I may just have time for a short prayer. It is those days that I miss out! I miss Him and He misses me! God misses us when we do not spend time with Him!
Is God missing you?