Today, I accompanied my 10 year old daughter to her orthodontic appointment. She was scheduled for removal of the two front teeth braces she has worn for the last 8 weeks. It’s amazing to see how her teeth have moved together, brightening her smile! Such a small adjustment makes such an obvious difference.
While driving home, I asked her to show me her smile over and over, in the rearview mirror. In that member, I was struck by how much I love seeing my children grow; how I love to see their faces. The next part may sound morbid, but it’s honest. I began thinking of what it would be like to lose my eyesight and, in particular, to lose the vision of my daughter’s face.
I’ve known a couple people who have suffered apparently freak eye injuries. What if this happened to me and I could never see her face again? My heart sunk at this thought. I know there are actual people who have experienced this, and by merely imagining it I sympathize with them.
To not see her face grow and develop beyond the age of 10. To miss out on the joys of looking in her green eyes; of watching her features mature over time-from a girl to a woman. I imagined myself only knowing her face by touching it with my hands, tracing the contours and struggling to form the imaginative traces of her eyes, nose, cheeks, and mouth. I felt in my heart such disappointment, though it was a hypothetical kind.
I found myself longing to see my daughter’s grown face and asking God to be merciful to my eyes. Did you hear that? I was longing to see her face. I don’t mean to sound super-spiritual, but while thinking on these things, I realized how little I long for the face of God.
The Bible clearly teaches us that a big part of heaven is the Face that will grace us there. We will finally see Him; and see Him face to face. Do we long to see Him the way I longed to see my daughter?
There will no longer be any curse; and the throne of God and of the Lamb will be in it, and His bond-servants will serve Him; 4 they will see His face…(Revelation 22:3-4a)