I am home after five days in Canada with Corey.
We had a lovely time. Lots of tea. And coffee. And great food. And conversation. Lots and lots and lots of conversation.
It's amazing to me how similar we are, even after being apart for 20 years. And yet there are also differences - and strengths and weaknesses. But she is the closest thing I have to a sister. For sure, she is a soul sister.
I had a seven hour drive each way during which I had lots of time to think. I seldom get that kind of uninterrupted processing time - so it was pretty sweet.
I thought a lot about Tejan - who has been gone and will return to our house on Saturday. I am missing him SO much. Much of my drive was spent thinking through the hole I feel in my gut with him gone these past two weeks. I don't think about it much in the day-to-day of living - but when I stopped to think about how much I adore him and how the reality of his leaving for good looms large, I am overwhelmed with grief. For now - I know he is a short flight away and I will see him in a few days. When he is gone back to Africa, I suspect my heart will always, always ache for his laughter and stories and loud presence. There were tears on my drive home as I pondered this new reality I will face.
I am so thankful for this extra time we get with him. While I am a bit weary, it is so good to have the time to squeeze in as many hugs and as much laughter as we can. He is so dear to me.
And then, over the course of hours of talking with Corey, I came to find the big question of 'what next?' What might God be planning for our family? What could this time with Tejan have been preparing us for? I'm still thinking through that and praying for radical willingness in our hearts. More on that in the days to come... I will say that I know that as a family, we are wrecked for the ordinary...
I am blessed, you know. God is so generous with his favor. And I just want to give. More. So I'm eager to see how that plays out in my day-to-day existence and the big picture of my life.
It's always a challenge to come down off a big introspective mountain and find your way back through the laundry and lunches and kids who have so many stories to tell... but it is sweet to be home.
My time in the Canadian Rockies was good. Very very good.
But this is my life... and it is good too.
Happy Wednesday, dear friends. How are you?