My grandchildren live several states away, but I think of them every day. Other than FaceTime calls, I can’t physically see them. I can look at the photos hanging on the wall. I smile at their favorite books that fill my shelves and often read to them over the phone. I also hum songs we sang together. Until the next visit, I’ll miss the tangible ability to hug them, to be with them in person. Yet I love them. I know they are enjoying life, laughing, and playing. Their very existence fills me with joy.
I sometimes complain to Jesus that it’s challenging to follow Him when I can’t see Him or hear His audible voice. I can’t touch Him as the first disciples could. I’ve learned about Him through Scripture and the truth passed down through generations. I’ve experienced His spirit in worship and prayer. But I long to be concretely in His presence.
Today, Jesus reminded me of how much joy I feel in my grandchildren, even when I’m not physically present with them. Like my grandchildren, Jesus doesn’t cease to exist just because I can’t see Him (John 20:29). He is with me, and that fills me with joy. Just as I eagerly anticipate the next visit with my grandchildren, I’m excited to know that one day I’ll stand in the presence of Jesus. In the end, believing is seeing.
—Sharon Hinck