It was a month or so after the girls went to Heaven and I needed to go for a walk, alone. We were trying to make some sort of sense of our lives and I was having a really hard time understanding. I was frustrated, angry, sad and missing my children.
That is when I heard her, clear as if she was standing right next to me.
“Susan, please take care of my dad.”
This morning has been very emotional as I’ve spent it reflecting on the reason we decided to go to Kenya. Tom and I need to connect, we need an event for us that is not the current event of our lives.
I love my husband more today than I ever have, for months after the girls went to Heaven; I was afraid I would never be able to say that. I was not home the night the girls departed and my worst fear when being away from them became a reality.
The perfect storm happened in front of my house with no warning to anyone involved.
As He can only do, God has spoken to my heart and has released me back into the arms of my husband.
As we prepare for this trip together I’m completely focusing on doing God’s work side by side with Tom, without distraction and with every ounce of my being. I know that God has a plan for us in Kenya and I know that he has a plan for our marriage. I am completely surrendering to His plan for our lives and believe in His promise.
“Cast thy burden upon the LORD, and he shall sustain thee: he shall never suffer the righteous to be moved.” ~ Psalm 55:22
“Abigail, I promise to always take care of your dad, with all of my heart and soul.
“Therefore what God has joined together, let no one separate.”- Mark 10:9
I am thankful every day that God has joined Tom and I together ~ even, when he forgets to take out the trash.