So I had a great time last weekend. Our family spent the day at Silver Strand with Heather's family and friends. We ate, played Boggle, ate, talked, ate, walked in the surf, ate, played volleyball, ate, sat around the fire, and ate some more. Then Sunday was church, shopping with Donna, Heather, and Cyndi for shoes (it was C's bday) and then a movie.
Good times.
But this is week is flying by waaaaay too fast, hurtling me towards a very difficult Wednesday next week. I keep thinking, "Next Wednesday they go!" in the idle mental moments at work when I'm doing something that takes no thought process at all. I can only hope that the time that Donna is gone moves equally as fast. My logic keeps telling me that it's only four months and then she'll be home, but my heart is unwilling to listen. It is such a stubborn thing, prone to bruising easily and, quite frankly, just as easily torn in two.
Donna, pray for me as I pray for you. Pray God's will for me, that I would hear his voice whispering words of comfort while you are gone. That this season of departure would help me grow closer, to rely, and to seek Him more diligently.
I love you Bun, come back safe to me.
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