I’m not sure how they do it.
I just got back from a visit with my family in Arizona. Kate and the kids have been with my parents while I do these camps and the mission trip this month. I flew in to get a little visit with them this past weekend, which was nice. My sister and her husband got to be there, too. So we had a nice, short little reunion.
As I’ve grown, I’ve come to appreciate those times with family, especially with my wife and children. Friends come and go. Jobs, too, come and go. People move in and move out. But your family stays being your family no matter what.
I draw so much strength from my time with them. Knowing that people think about me regularly and want the best for me- even after knowing me pretty well is wonderful. But, it’s also nice to know there are people who need me and that I fill that role for them, as well.
So, while I continue with this sacrifice of being separated from my Kate and the little ones, I’ll keep close the memories of our visit. I’ll layer my heart with memories of cradling Gabriella in my arm while rocking her. I’ll further layer it with Hudson’s high-flying body slams on my chest and my top it off with wife’s sweet hugs.
I often wonder how people life without a relationship with God. But I also wonder how people are able to walk out on their families and never look back. It just makes no sense to me. They are missing out on so much.
I just don’t know how they do it.