My birthday was this past week. My golden birthday…I turned 26 on the 26th. And golden it truly was, in so many ways. By far the best birthday I have ever had. A simple, lovely day spent with my little family. Glorious weather: a rainy, foggy morning that turned to an afternoon of sunlight and shadowplay. My new computer arrived much earlier than expected (and I LOVE it!). Good food shared with good company (my husband and babies).
And then, in my birthday card that morning, my love topped it all off by surprising me with a night away (with a tagalong baby) at a local B&B…for that night! It was the same B&B, and the same room, that we had booked for our anniversary last year, but that had to be cancelled because it ended up being in the middle of the week-long power outage we went through. Aaron had apparently been planning this reschedule since January and I hadn’t a clue. Yes…I am blessed with an amazing husband.
It’s funny though, and rather sad, that even when we’ve been given so much, we still think that we’re entitled to more. That afternoon, as I was preparing supper, I was thinking about the upcoming night away. As you would expect, I was really looking forward to the time, especially because certain things had come up during several recent attempts at romantic getaways that interrupted them and caused them to be different than what we wanted them to be. And this time, my husband had an injured knee that was bothering him and the sweet baby that needed to come with us (since she still nurses several times during the night) doesn’t have the best track record for staying asleep in the evenings. So my thoughts went something like this: “Why does it always have to be this way?! Can’t we ever have a perfect evening together?! Something always has to mar it.” Yeah…very spiritual and thankful, I know!
But even before those thoughts were gone, the answer came. The reason why it always is this way — the reason why life is never totally perfect –is because we’re not Home yet. And even though there are often beautiful moments scattered about, those gifts from an ever-loving God, we still live in a fallen world. And as a result, things will never be “perfect” in this life. Because if they were, why would we long for heaven, our true Home?
So I have a choice. I can either whine about all the things that aren’t perfect and be mad when everything doesn’t work out exactly how I want it to — taking offense that not everything will be completely “in order” as I would like. (Sounds rather ridiculous when put like that, eh?!) Or I can rejoice in all the good gifts that I have been given to me (for there are more than I can number) and when I’m longing for perfection, remember in Whom it is found. And remember that someday I will experience Perfection, and amazingly enough, it will be even better than the most romantic of date nights here on earth.
And for the record, our little night away was lovely. Aaron’s knee didn’t bother him too much and our baby girl (who is turning one tomorrow!) slept very well, giving Mommy and Daddy ample time to enjoy the in-room jacuzzi. It was definitely the most relaxing twelve hours of the past year. Truly a gift.