Can you imagine your sweetheart promising to love you forever but completely ignoring you at parties? My dear husband engages in secret conversations, even laughing out loud at people’s jokes, but when I look his way he doesn’t acknowledge that I’m in the room.
Why? Because he’s asleep next to me in our bed.
I could be with him there in his dreams, but how would I know it? I admit it does stir up a bit of jealousy that he’s having such a good time without me.
Is this how the disciples felt when Jesus told them “where I am going, you cannot follow”? (John 13:36 NIV). Not exactly, but I think you get my point. We are individuals though one, together though apart, a great mystery.
It doesn’t seem fair, but I know it’s the way of relationships. In the body of Christ and in our marriages, families, and communities we stand alone before God. Corrie ten Boom, a survivor of Nazi death camps, said that God doesn’t have grandchildren, and I agree. We come to him individually, alone.
“Each heart knows it own bitterness, and no one else can share its joy” (Proverbs 14:10 NIV).
As for my husband and his dreams, I’m delighted he usually enjoys restful sleep. For me, it’s often a struggle to get a good night’s rest. On nights when I’m wakeful, I sometimes touch Jerry’s arm and pray for him, thanking God for our many blessings and asking for his will to be done in our lives. That takes care of any annoyance I might be dealing with.
Then, after asking God for the gift of sleep, I worship him – alone.
by Kathy Sheldon Davis