It’s been six weeks since I last saw my love. This is by far the longest time he’s been away from home.
And I admire him so, for his willingness to go to work to provide for our family. It’s in his bones, this ironworking, and wired into his nervous system. He’s working towards a move for the family.
Whether this is the move to Africa, or just a move closer to his work – we don’t know yet. We don’t know, but we’re trusting in Him who does, Whose plans are perfect if we can just have the patience to wait on His timing.
It’s not easy, and it won’t be easy to drive the speed limit to the airport today.
And it won’t be easy to cram six weeks into just 48 hours.