I taught them, encouraged them, pushed them to be independent. And now I long for the days of old when we were young, together, clashing, playing, living together, under one roof. I secretly long for us to be together in one town, close, a stone’s throw, Sunday dinners, all together again.
I long for days filled with sanity, where my mood matches my circumstances, I’m kind all the time, treating others better than myself, loving life for all its good and not so good, content with exactly who I am, where I am.
I long for heaven when we will all be together in one place, never to be separated again, each one of us in one giant community, worshiping the One we have longed to meet and be with forever.
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