I watched a documentary about inmates at Sing Sing. They had acted on an impulse, or a blast of anger, twenty years ago and were still paying the price. Yet the grief they expressed was for the families they had torn apart. They could not make it right. It was heart wrenching. 

These men, some of whom wore wedding bands, loved freedom. And they did not have it. I wondered about that conundrum, to love something outside of your grasp. 

I have a friend who enjoys children. She is a hands on aunt, hosting tea parties and trips to the amusement park. Her walls display the painted rainbows by her nieces and photos of them smiling with their arms around her neck. 

She loves children, yet she does not have her own. How is that fair?

Some of the people who love happy marriage do not themselves belong in one. That may smack of inequity, or poor planning on God's part. 

I would dare to suggest that sometimes the experience of not having something actually magnifies its value. The alternative reeks of flaming injustice, namely that we are forbidden to cherish anything we do not currently have.

And of one thing I have not the slightest doubt. In heaven we are surrounded by everything we love in incalculable abundance.