I’ve been thinking about this post a lot this past week. Wondering how to turn my thoughts into words. I’m not sure where this is going to lead but I’m going to just let it flow.
This time last year there were lots and lots of hugs and kisses between Miss Anna and myself. She had just come home from an amazing Hawaiian adventure with her dad and step-mom; swimming with dolphins, playing with cousins and testing out her newly learned paddle boarding skills.
She was so excited to go and when she came back she had so many stories to tell.
As she was coming home we were just about to say goodbye to Abigail, she was going to visit family in Washington. She too shared stories, sent photos of her adventures and had a great time away with extended family.
As always, both girls were greatly missed while they were away.
Last week I had a thought about our time apart. It was Thursday and I remembered that last year, about day 9 of their adventures away, I started to get really excited about their arrival back home.
Day 9, my heart didn’t ache as much for their absence and I started looking forward to our reunion. Our time apart was almost over.
Day 9, that is where I feel I am choosing to live now and although my heart still aches every second, I find myself looking forward to our reunion.
This is how I honestly get through my day. If I didn’t have this truth I have no idea how I would function, how I would go on or how I could ever imagine spreading love and joy.
The pain of their absence is too great.
I know that my time with Anna and Abigail is not over and I trust that our reunion will be glorious, just like it always has been in the past.
It is up to God how long my day 9 will last -ten, twenty or maybe even forty years? Knowing that we will embrace again, share our adventures and be together will get me through each and every one of those years.
I will be honest and say that somedays, a lot of days, I beg God not to make it long, to let me finish my work here and for him to take me home. I know he has a plan for my life and I know he is using our suffering for good ~ I see that so clearly. Somedays though, I just want to be with my girls. These thoughts and feelings are not brought on by depression but rather the hope I have in eternity.
In all their trips away I was the one waiting for their homecoming, now I’m the one excited to go home.
8 thoughts on “Day Nine”
I agree with everyone else. You have a wonderful way with words and how to relay what you are feeling that also helps others. You are a wonderful soul Susan and I am so blessed to know you (and to get to know you better). Love and Hugs coming your way.
Love and Hugs back Trisha!
I read one of the other posts today and I agree, you need to write a book — my faith has been shored up and strengthened as I have read your posts and considered the truth you share…..I think I only met you once when I was walking with Brooke during a visit, but thru your words, you’ve have more impact on my life than you can know.
That will be quite a reunion — what a blessing to be assured of eternal life 🙂
Tears in my eyes. You need to write a book:)
So thankful for that truth and the peace it brings to you! Love you my friend!
I think you did a wonderful job putting your words out there. This concept is like running, every step forward (or day) is closer to the finish line. Knowing that at the finish line your girls will be there waiting for you. Much love xoxoxo
What a great analogy! I’ll be here cheering you and Tom on!!