In the morning my precious child leaves on a trip with her little family. I will have to wait eight days to know she is back safe. The trip was an invitation from a close family member, who will travel with them. I have details of the distance and a bit of the itinerary. Several details about the trip trouble me but the hardest part will be - the waiting.
I'm reminded of another time, one of the darkest times in my life, when I was called upon to wait. Visitation ruled from a divorce required this momma to "wait" until she was back in my arms safe too many times. Each time, standing at the window, peeking thru the blinds, waiting to see headlights come down the driveway, the waiting was almost as hard as the separation while she was gone. She was only 6. We had never been apart until that time. So, presently, I must once again, wait until eight days to know she is safely home again.
How will I endure? I will because I must. It is out of my hands. However, I will hold fast to the One who lent her to me before she married. I knew the day she was handed to me in the hospital for the first time, that God had given her to me, not her daddy, to raise. I made many mistakes but loved her and protected her with all this mother's heart was allowed.
Today, again, waiting...
During the dark time previously mentioned, a still small voice whispered these words to me; "I can see her when you cannot." These words from my heavenly Father, by the precious Holy Spirit were my lifeline. These words were my oxygen. These words were refreshing, cool water. These words carried me thru such an dark time. I could quote many verses but you, dear reader, probably have a few of your own that would work here.
So, as I wait, I will trust and remember that He "can see her and her little family, when I cannot." I will also trust in the peace given to me a few days ago, against this time.
God bless and keep you. Ps 57.7
