My heart cries. . .
The separation is painful. . .
The memories that flood my mind are many and precious. And I realize that most, maybe all, of those Thanksgiving memories will never be repeated.
Oh, how I long to sit on the floor with those chubby little friends and build towns with wooden blocks. Just to put on a warm coat and boots and go for a walk on a rainy fall afternoon with those that are such a part of me.
Yet, I suppose that there never was another Thanksgiving that I was more thankful--for people.Of all the things God has seen fit to bestow on me in this earth, the most precious is the bond of friendship that I have shared with so many family members and friends.
The separation is painful, but now I see the gift that God gave to me in the lives of so many loving, dedicated friends.
Thank you, Father, for each person who has been such a wonderful part of my life. May they each continue to grow to be more like you so that someday we can unite to never part again.
Amen! I love you Hannah!
ReplyDeleteFeeling your pain....though in a different way. I just said goodbye to 7 of my friends...I don't know when I'll see them again....I can totally agree with you...this isn't easy...at all. I'm longing for heaven.
ReplyDelete@Kezzia: It isn't easy. But one thing I am learning is that God never allows pain and tears without promising a blessing so much greater.
ReplyDeleteIt's one of those blessings in disguise. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for the post, Hannah. I appreciate it. I miss you so much. But indeed, missing is just a part of life here. I think it's part of the refining process that God allows us to experience. Thanksgiving in another land probably puts a different twist on the true meaning of the holiday. Thank you for sharing! (((Hugs)))
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