Can I put you on a brief hold?

Or a long hold?  Or a whole-weekend hold?

A problem.  I need help.  I listen to the automated recording.  Here’s my name.  Here’s my date of birth.  Can the robot help me?  No, I want an agent.  I want a real person.  Select 2.  Select 3.  Do I want a call back?   No.   I’ll wait for help.  I hold while the machine gets someone to help.  I explain the problem to someone from the other side of the world.  After a “brief hold” he elevates the problem to an “expert.”  Someone from another side of the world tries to assist.   I ask him to repeat himself.  I ask again.  Wait… did we get disconnected?

I start over.  And over and over.  I take a break.  I breathe deep.  I eat some… some of those.

I missed my Bible time.  I missed my friend-walk time.  I missed my Littlebears’ board game time.  I missed out!

The old me, the stinky, married me, would grumble and pee-yew-up the day.

This me, the oh-well me, surprisingly fixed my thoughts on… Heaven.  I won’t have this problem there.  I won’t be put on a brief weekend hold there, speak to a nobody there, decipher an accent there or get disconnected there.  I won’t start over there.  And!  I won’t miss out on… anything there.

That’s what a husband in Heaven does for me.  He draws my mind to a problem-free, phone-free, robot-free, hold-free, amazingly-free place.

Put me on a Heaven hold. A brief eternity hold.