In the South West. Far, far away from my little loves, my friends, all things familiar. It is crazy exciting (another word for exhausting) and beautiful (another word for gorgeous). But I miss my peeps.
I know God will fill that hole a bit when we are able to get involved and meet people, but they will never take the place of those that have filled my days and years for the past few decades. The laughs, the lessons, the lunches. The troubles, the teasing, the triumphs. The crying, the card games, the communion.
I miss it all.
I knew I would. That doesn’t shock me. But it doesn’t comfort me either.
Life takes turns and twists and we are on one of those (or both) at present. We love thinking about what we have in store. We are enjoying the “putting our new life together” phase. It is odd and fun.
But when I lay my head down at night I see the little faces that made my face light up daily. And my eyes leak.
My three stooges
But I know God will care of them as well. It never was up to me anyway. It’s all Him. And for that I am thankful and mindful to keep that perspective in tact.
I am ready for new experiences, but I hate leaving the old ones so far away. Yes, it is the typical cake-and-eat-it-too syndrome. Full force.
But we do it anyway, because it is what He has told us to do.
For all of you who read this who have been such a prized part of my history, I treasure you.
Are you feeling alone? Even in the midst of loved ones? It happens to everyone. Go to Him. He is there. Comment below with a smiley face, I’ll pray for you. Smiling through the discomfort is sometimes the only way to get to the other side.
Blessing those who have blessed me,