Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Even with the distance between us, she's kept up with the job she accepted a long time ago. The one God gave her the day I was born. Where He told her keep her, teach her, comfort her, and raise her in My Word. She's done all of that with her whole heart. She's never asked for anything in return by love. And boy do I love her.
Sometimes the distance gets to me. I feel as if I'm missing out on ALL of those special moments. I'll admit I get jealous of my Bub at times because he's there to witness it all. The precious aging. It's happening. Moma and Daddy are going through it. And I'm not there. But what breaks my heart even more is when they need me the most, I'm STILL. NOT. THERE.
Today she was different.
Today she cried out to me.
Today her heart hurts.
Fear has overcome her heart and mind and won't leave.
I want so bad to just hold her. Like all the times she's held me when I've been in pain. She held me to comfort me just like He told her to. That's all I want to do, is reach out and hold her. To comfort her heart and ease her pain however little it might be.