miss /mis/
verb
notice the loss or absence of
It amazes me how one person who isn’t in my normal every day life, has the power to impact me though their physical frame is not even an arm’s length away. The strong effect someone can have on another, to influence the course of their emotions and they are not even physically there to do so, is absolutely remarkable.
Mankind has the choice to influence another human soul negatively or positively. Currently I’m experiencing the absence of someone who has affected me very positively. To notice the absence of this one, comes a little too naturally. I suppose if you really have lived with that person, you will notice their absence in more ways than you ever expected. What I mean by “lived” is well, simply to remain alive. Awake to one another. To make a home in a place of someone’s heart. Lived like take adventures and don’t hold back kind of “lived”…that unusual, exciting, typically hazardous experience you can have with another. For us, the adventures were both natural and emotional. Maybe more the latter, since really there were only two states and 1 city we left most our prints on together. We have yet to travel to Europe, Alaska, and the other places we can currently only dream about. I suppose the more unusual, exciting, typically hazardous experiences happened in our vulnerability with one another. The times where we were on the mountains of reveling in the truths of God and each other, all the way down to our God-ordained trips to the valleys of heartbreak and disappointments; those more-than-we-can-count neuronal connections made between our human brains and the tear ducts of our eyes. Emotions were certainly established in both places and…so was love.
So here is this one human soul able to impact even my human senses. Sight and sound have definitely been marked. See a place where we’ve roamed and remember a conversation that was said, laughed over and once tucked away in my memory bank, now revealed by just a glance. Hear a song that moved our bodies to dance like our mothers and once again the realization of absence takes place. Sure, any memory of dancing like your mother will bring one to great laughter but there’s an awareness that arises that was never there before.
This person wasn’t at my birth, didn’t raise me, didn’t see me walk across my high school stage to receive my diploma, nor watch any of my college volleyball games. Wasn’t even there to witness the greatest turning of my life from darkness into light. Yet somehow, by the timing of the Lord this person walks into my life and brings a change. Suddenly the course of my days change, my summer plans change, the people I interact with and come to know change, the way I live changes and not only changes but changes for the positive.
So tonight, an emotion was established and that neuronal connection was made between my brain and my eyes. I cried because I missed someone. I often notice this person’s absence but tonight was the only one of its kind; unlike anything else. Maybe it was the pictures I looked at, the card I read, the excitement of catching up with this person. I’m not sure what happened internally, this whole entry is me processing. All I know is, what made this unique was that it was not associated with anyone else. I was not missing a feeling, a group of people, a moment even….I was missing one person and one person alone.
A person. A favorite character in my story that somehow had such a significant role that they became favorite half way through chapter 27! What book have you read where your favorite character shows up in chapter 27?!
That’s the importance, worth, and value of someone. When who they are has added such a gain to your life that when they are absent you can feel it to tears!
Selah.
