There is almost nothing I enjoy more than kissing. My wife, Teri, has great lips and when I taste her and enjoy her touch, my heart soars. She is in Colorado now, so I could use one of those wet, warm kisses.

I woke this morning thinking about what I want from God when I see Him. Naturally, the idea of verbal affirmation is compelling. “Well done, good and faithful servant” would sound so sweet. The banquet and a mansion are also delightful to anticipate. And of course, a crown with a cosmic domain to rule would be amazing, I am sure. But God, give me a kiss. That’s the reward I want.To be kissed by God would be the best. And I’m not talking about a kiss on the cheek. I want to be kissed on the lips – a long, lingering kiss. I want to taste Him and for Him to taste me. And if I am wrong to desire it, God forgive me. But make me that prodigal whose Father runs to meet him, who enjoys the welcome embrace of his Father and His warm and loving kiss.

Oh, and by the way, my banker, Polly Vohsen, reversed the $34 overdraft charge! (See my prior post) It seemed like a reminder – whatever it costs in this life to seek after God will be fully repaid. Thank you, Polly!