This week, I loaded up my car and my three kids and drove someone I love to the airport. Again. Like all the times before, I watched him walk through the doors, waving with the boys until until we couldn’t see him anymore. I cried behind my sunglasses on the highway back home, again. And, as always, even though I miss my family scattered across the globe, I prayed to our God for them, and gave thanks to Him for using us for His kingdom. Again, I considered that the sacrifices of this present age are not worth comparing to what is kept in Heaven for us. I thought again that “Partir est mourir un peu” ~ parting is dying a little. And I am glad, again, that the parting hurts, glad that the Lord has given me a family that I love to be with, who are so very kind and loving to me, glad that it is such a sweet gift to be with them.
This is a prompt from the Gypsy Mama. Go check out her blog, and the other Five Minute Friday posts.