My heart broke today.
I walked into the kitchen to fix some lunch and saw my wife crying… enough said, right?
I walked up and simply held her.
“I’m sad,” she said through her tears. “I miss my friends.”
There wasn’t much to say except that I understood and that I wished I could make things easier… but I can’t. I can simply hold my wife, love her, and pray for God’s grace during this time in our lives.
The fact of the matter is that I’m sad too… Moving is hard, no two ways around it. We’ve left our best friends in the world hundreds of miles away and now we sit in a new house, new town, new church… not much is familiar… no walking into church and looking to your left to see ____ and ____. No knowing that when you go to the coffee shop you’ll likely run into ____. No calling up _____ and _____ to come over for dinner. It is tough.
I’ve spent time today dwelling on the Gospel and reminding myself that my King also had to leave the place he knew, a place he loved… he left the throne of heaven and came to live and die on earth. That has helped… staring at Jesus usually does… but it is still a battle.
I’d be humbled and honored if you could take a moment and say a prayer for my family.
My hope is built
on nothing less
than Jesus blood
I dare not trust
the sweetest frame
but wholly lean
on Jesus name.
Edward Mote c.1834