I watched a video called
Marriage in Heaven in which a viewer expressed a concern. She wondered if her deceased husband might date or even fall in love with someone else while waiting for her to arrive. My heart bleeds at the fear of being forgotten. The panel reassured her that God is carefully orchestrating our spiritual happiness, and such misfirings as dying at different times do not diffuse that
goal.
Our kids have had a medley of educational experiences. There were years of private, public, online, home, and boarding school. Sometimes we drove them, other years they walked or caught a bus. I recall routines that worked smoothly for a hundred moms to show up to fetch their kids from the same curb at the same time. Others involved waiting.
But each of us picked up our own beloved child.
The designs for a new school being built in my hometown include a new safety feature. Instead of children crossing through traffic to reach their mothers, there are grassy divides for them to walk on which split off into branches of parking spaces. Brilliant.
Flawed mothers such as myself mostly manage to appear when the bell rings to collect their kids. I for one was never tempted to just grab the closest child rather than wait for my own who was probably chatting in the halls.
How much more mindful is God when it comes to gathering up His children home?
"They meet somewhere as if by chance and see each other; that, as if by instinct, they instantly know that they are mates, and, as though from a kind of inner dictate, think within themselves, the young man, 'She is mine,' and the maiden, 'He is mine;' " Marriage Love 316, Emanuel Swedenborg
