I am living. I am fully alive, and I can breathe again, with the life he has have given me. He once told me he didn't know how he lived before me, and he realized he hadn't. I have come to realize that because we were created to love each other and only each other, we were never completely whole except through Christ. We have discovered the other half of our life source, each other. God has breathed into him and made him alive, and we have become fully alive through Him. It was as if my whole life suddenly worked, things made sense, I could see. This is why I need him. A day gone by without him is a day not fully lived. I am barely breathing without him here. God has been so gracious to he and I in our time apart, with the help of a lot of communication it makes this pain somewhat bearable, but the truth is, I miss him.
There is a moment before the music begins, it's the low tuning of instruments, quiet whispers among the listening audience, a song in it of itself. This builds into a set of music that has built upon itself and built upon itself until all the players are in perfect harmony, each set of musicians playing their role in what is a very powerful and moving piece. None of this move into something extraordinary could happen without the conductor. The conductor stands at his ready, and I am convinced that he delights in that low roar that builds up in the music hall, he smiles at the sound of the music groaning in anticipation for his next move.
And so we are, created to create, or rather, reflect the music.
The audience waits.
The musicians stand their ready, and fire their music into the hearts of men at the command of their leader.
