Melt Down

I've wanted to write for a while but just didn't have words. The last few weeks have been difficult. I am exhausted emotionally and spiritually and today I LOST IT. This Sunday is the memorial for Brian, our friend who was killed overseas. I had resigned myself to the fact that we couldn't go. But then I found out that Asher, the oldest son of some dear friends of ours, is getting baptized on Sunday. And just for a few minutes, I allowed myself to hope. I thought "Maybe, maybe we can work it out..."

It was Drew who brought me back to reality. Kindly, but still, reality hurts. I was furious, and he was the object of my wrath. I didn't say anything, but as I icily stormed around the house, he knew. I have lots of flaws, but it is rare for me to get really, really angry. All of the grief and pain I have been feeling being away from home finally exploded, first in a fit of anger, and then in extreme sadness. I stood at my kitchen sink washing dishes and bawling. More than anything, I want to be with my church family in Harrisonburg on Sunday. And it's just not possible. And as I stood at my sink crying as I haven't in a while, I looked and saw that this is just the beginning. We, most likely, have years ahead of us of missing things. Birthdays, holidays, weddings, funerals, babies being born. And all the people we love are likely to miss significant events in our life. And today that just felt like too much to bear.

God has been leading us in the direction of overseas missions for a long time. We are excited to go, and I really wouldn't have it any other way. But as we move forward and life overseas becomes a real possibility, I am beginning to become aware of the cost. Today I felt not only the disappointment of not getting to be there for Asher and missing Brian's memorial, but also the gravity of a future life lived far away from family and friends.

As I think about Brian's family, the cost of my future does not seem so great. I know that they have told others that God is worthy of the precious gift of their son's life. He is also worthy of my moving far away from all I know and making my home in a different part of the world. He is worthy of me missing those sweet moments with my church family on Sunday so I can be in St. Louis with my husband preparing for school to start. My heart will probably still be heavy this weekend, but hopefully that will prompt me to prayer for sweet Asher and for everyone who is mourning Brian's death, especially his family.

And, for all who were wondering, yes, I did repent to Drew, and yes we made up:) It is a good thing to have a gracious husband.