As we're driving down the road, Ron glances at the digital clock in the van.
Ron: I got up twelve hours ago.
Me: And we're still in the car.
Me: Hours and hours and hours in the car.
Me: And I don't even like to travel!
Me: How did this happen to me?!
Ron: Because you love a child.
We are home now, after visiting our "child" and her own family. It was worth every single mile of sunshine and fog and sudden rainstorms and smooth sailing and traffic and happy chatter and stiff muscles and coffee stops and commands from "Gertrude" (our GPS).
"Because you love a child."
We will endure many things because we love our children. Maybe travel is not a challenge for you, but I am sure that there are other things that you do only out of love.
And if I am willing to endure personal difficulty for the sake of being with my Kati and her sweet family, how much more am I willing to endure for Jesus, the One who loved me and gave Himself for me?
When I've gone the last mile of the way,
I will rest at the close of the day.
And I know there are joys that await me,
When I've gone the last mile of the way.*
* Hymn by Johnson Oatman, Jr., 1908