CHAPTER 3
Love If I speak in human and angelic tongues but do not have love, I am a resounding gong or a clashing cymbal. (1 Corinthians 13:1)
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few years ago, when I was traveling extensively for work, I had a conversation with my coworker, John, about the toll travel can take on our relationships with our wives. Seeing my struggle, John shared a great suggestion. He said that whenever he travels, he leaves love letters at home for his wife. I thought that was a fantastic idea, so I started leaving short notes for my wife before each trip. For the first few months, this went great . . . until the day I took a trip to Dallas, Texas. On the day of travel, I got up early in the morning to make the kids’ lunches, write out bus transportation notes for their teachers, and leave a love letter for my beloved, Hollie. Several hours later, I called her from Dallas to ask if she had found her letter. She said, “What? No, I haven’t seen it.” “Oh,” I responded. “It should be on the kitchen counter in a blank envelope.” There was a very long pause . . . “Umm, Josh,” she said. “There is no love letter on the counter . . . but it looks like Michael forgot to take his bus note into school this morning . . .” That’s right, everybody. 27
