At 4:30 this morning, when I would normally roll over, sink deeper into our pillow-top mattress and fall back asleep to the rhythm of my sweet husband's soft breathing, I kissed my sweet husband good-bye. As of now...7:25 p.m....he's probably somewhere over Siberia. I won't touch his handsome face until the 13th. So, my heart is heavy.
I never realize how tightly clenched my fist can be over the things I love until those things are even slightly threatened. Though I know God is good and worthy of my trust. And, though I know He is better than my husband, better than my children, better than my life. It's still hard. It still aches.
Lord, I trust You, for You are good.