Greg Lucas reminds us we were Made For Another World:
There I sat, in a fully reclined canvas chair under a cluster of palm trees.
The sandy beach in front of me was like fine white powder bordered by a clear blue sea that looked more like a swimming pool than an ocean. The sapphire water met a cerulean sky at the horizon, almost making it hard to distinguish one from the other. A welcoming sun set high and bright in the heavens on this Sunday afternoon.
The temperature was a very comfortable 80 degrees, no humidity, and a perfect refreshing breeze was blowing across the beach. I melted into my chair sipping on a cool, refreshing drink as I scanned the water and the beach for my lovely wife.
It was our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. I had booked a cruise to the eastern Caribbean to make up for the fact that twenty-five years ago I left the honeymoon out of our wedding plans. We were so excited simply to be married that we came straight home after the wedding, set up house, and jumped right into the game of life. What an unsuspecting and adventurous game it had been.
I finally spotted her walking towards me on the beach carrying a plate of food stacked high with juicy, colorful sustenance. “Here you go.” She said with a smile, laying the feast on my outstretched lap. It was a beautiful plate full of fresh tropical fruits and vegetables that looked like they had been hand picked off the island, cut into edible portions, and arranged to tempt the eye as well as the mouth.
She turned into the blinding reflection of the sun and headed back towards the water, leaving me to enjoy my shade, my food and my moment.
I sipped my drink, bit into a fresh piece of pineapple and took in her sun enveloped silhouette as she walked away, greatly admiring her beauty, grace, and tenacious love for one of the most undeserving men on the planet.
“This is as good as it gets!” I said out loud as I raised my glass to toast the Creator. “A true masterpiece! Thank you!”
Paradise restored! My spot on the new earth—no visible sin, no stress, no disability, no pain, sorrow or depression.
This…is as good as it gets!
And that’s when it happened. Just then–no sooner than my mind had found its heaven on earth–my heart interrupted, questioning my source of satisfaction, “This is as good as it gets?”
This is it?. . . .
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