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.