Grover

North, my son, has a Grover. He is often mistaken for Cookie Monster because they are both blue, But I quickly correct the misguided that it is Grover and it is His favorite. So far in the less than 5 Months that North has been alive we have left Grover 3 times; a less than stellar track record on holding onto such a precious toy. North holds it while he sleeps and laughs at it when we play. Yet we have left it among all the toys in the church nursery for two weeks and at friends and even Grandma's. North seems t0 forget about Grover while he is away, He will play with his soft Bunny or his "silky", He seems content and satisfied even some may say happy, but on Grover's return he lights up as if to say " I missed you, blue fuzzy monster." he hold him close and grabs his big pink nose. Together again.

I think I get it. I know what is most precious to me but I easily forget it, leave it behind and find substitutes. I seem content and satisfied and some may even say happy. But when it returns I remember in full the joy it brings and remember that nothing else can compare. My face again lights up and I pray " I have missed you, Lord." He then holds me close and reminds me He never left. Yet my heart feels a sense of relief as if we too are together again.