The Long Journey

The road between my family of origin and my home is very long. It took me two long days to make the drive there a couple weeks ago, and now, my husband and I are driving back to our home again. 

Just like the long drive, these last two weeks have been a long journey for me. 

An insightful journey.

Delightful. Sad. Peaceful. Irritating. Joyful. Frightening. Hopeful. Heart-wrenching. Maddening. Funny. Quiet. Exhausting. Changing. Spirit-filled. Life-giving. Wanting. Needing. Lonely. Free. Delivering.

My Mother died.

It still sounds a little strange to say it.

I learned some things about her that I didn't know, and I realized that all children have trouble, in various degrees, seeing their parents as real people. 

My mother died, and it stirred a lot of emotion inside of me. The first thing I wanted to do was run to Jesus and pray. I needed to be in a quiet space, someplace alone with Him. My soul was able to delight in His comfort, the peace of His love.

He moved me in ways I've never been moved before. 

Thirsting for more of Him,

and for His filling in the gaps of my family.

Sometimes there is pain, and a void that hangs in the room after a loss. A loss of many years, loss of trust, loss of hope, loss of faith in each other. Nobody knows what to do, or where to start, but I do know that God will lead the way. 

Feeble bodies, minds, and souls can be lifted up into the heart of God and be healed. Families that are pained, will be healed.

Journeys are long. This is a long journey for me. 

I am so thankful that I am not on this journey alone. For God has promised to never leave me or forsake me.

Say That Again, My Lord and Savior!