Far away

I've been away for over 11 years. I've made adjustments to living so far away from them. Sadly enough I've gotten used to the distance.

I think about them every day and there are times when I wish they could be next to me to experience things I'm having to experience on my own, but this is the choice I made - to live over 1,000 miles away.

We talk about when we'll see each other again soon after I arrive. 37 days until I get to hug them and hear Mom's predictable sigh of relief.

Dad's in the hospital which makes 37 days feel like years away. I hate that. I have prayed for God to give the doctors wisdom and guidance for his care. Funny... normally when I pray for someone who is sick, I never ask for their healing because it may not be what God wants. I ask for God's peace in that person's life and their family as well as wisdom for the doctors, because I know that is in God's plan. I always wrap up by asking that God's will be accepted by all.

This may not be anything to worry about. He may be released at the end of the week and be told to stop eating so many Little Debbie cakes (ha!) or that he needs more sleep or that he needs to take something to help with that specific problem. But the distance is what keeps my mind from much rest... This must be how my parents feel when they have to sit by the phone and wait for me to give them news of the cause of their worry (life, labor, babies, etc).

Either way today I pray for Dad's healing... because the thought of accepting anything else is unbearable. Today... I ask you to pray for God's strength and peace in my family's life.