Just Waiting For You
As I recall the story went something like this…there was a man in Chicago who, just before the great depression of 1933, had worked hard and saved a fair amount of cash. Now I’m told the few folks who actually fared well financially during and after the depression were those who happened to have cash on hand. By wise use of the money he had, he became very wealthy. But his labors worked against his health. He saw his doctor who suggested he get away to the country for sustained rest and recuperation. He went to the blue grass state of Kentucky…he fished the clear streams and walked in beautiful meadows and, by and by, his health improved. While he was living there he met a beautiful Kentucky girl and, in time, they fell in love and were married. Business ventures called, so he took his bride to Chicago. And they were very happy and very much in love. Sickness came to the lady of the house…she contracted a fever. The fever spiked dangerously one night. The doctor was called, but it was too late. She had been affected mentally. The nights were the worst. Her screams late at night began to bother the neighbors. The police were called because of the disturbance. The doctor was consulted. He told the husband that he would have to commit her to an institution. But he replied, “No! My love…our love…will overcome even this!” They sold their house and moved further from the city. She was not improved. The city grew out to them. Once again the screams in the night affected the neighbors…the police…the doctor…“Commit her”…but the loving husband said, “No! My love…our love…will overcome even this!” There were times along the way when the husband’s hopes would well up…something she would say or do would make him think “Maybe she is getting better. But it would only be temporary. Again the screams…the complaints…and the rest. Finally the doctor suggested taking her back home to Kentucky. “Let her wade the streams she waded in childhood. Let her feel and smell the country breezes. Walk with her through the beautiful meadows. Maybe that will do her some good.” The husband did just that. He took her to her childhood home. There they walked the beautiful meadows and waded the cool streams. But day after day passed and she didn’t seem any better. One night he lay by her bedside and watched her fall into a different sort of sleep. He noticed that she seemed more relaxed and peaceful as she lay sleeping. He sat in the chair, keeping watch over her, all through the night. In the morning as the sun’s rays fell upon her beautiful face and danced upon her hair, she awoke, yawned and stretched herself. He could see by the look on her face that she had returned to him. Then she caught sight of him out of the corner of her eye. She said to her beloved, “I feel like I’ve been on a long, long journey, honey. Where have you been?” And he, with a heart that only love’s wounded can fully understand, replied, “Just waiting for you to come home, dear. Just waiting for you to come home.”
Can you hear the voice of your beloved Savior say to you… “I don’t care where you’ve been before. Nothing you’ve ever said, thought, or done can alter My love which overcomes all. I have just been waiting for you to come home, dear one. Come then, beloved.”
May your heart find rest, peace, hope and love in Jesus Christ Who loves us far more than we love our sin.