I'm attending a reunion tomorrow. My husband returns from his mission trip and I can't wait.
We've been married almost 32 years and have never gone this long without communicating. It makes me wonder how military families survive, or missionaries, or any one who is unable to share their thoughts with the ones they love.
When he left Friday night, I worried that I would never see him again--silly, fearful, ungrounded thoughts but real to me. As the days passed, and I threw myself into chores and friendships, I started to slowly understand why God has allowed this break in our lives--at a time when I thought we needed to be with each other the most.
As I've shared in previous posts, my husband and I are in the midst of climbing a steep mountain and searching for the view at the top. But sometimes the path is overgrown and rocky and it's hard to get a good footing. We've fallen and picked each other up often. Sometimes I've wanted to dig my heels in and give up.
But I think I found my ledge this week. I'm praying he did too.