Two weeks. It’s only been two weeks since that day they said I had to go home. It feels like forever.
I spoke to an old friend from highschool today, told her the story out loud, and cried. Why am I crying? I thought. Oh right. That was just two weeks ago. So far in the past, yet not really.
The other night, I dreamed I was on the ship, one of those dreams you wake from, reality hits you in the face, and sadness grips your heart.
I’m thankful for my family. Happy I can dive into their lives and get lost in their stories for awhile. Happy for autumn hikes in the mountains and down old rail trails where I can actually hear the sound of silence and water, crisp and clean as it moves from this place to the sea.
I am empty but I know my Redeemer lives. I know He will fill me again so I can pour His love out all over. I am alive to glorify God and praise Him forever!
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