C isn’t coming home right now. I’ve known this was a possibility for almost 3 weeks now. But officially, I have known since Friday night. He may be home later this Summer, but honestly, I don’t expect him home until around the holidays in the winter.
Of course, I cried. I wanted so badly for him to be home now. He’s been there for 3 years now. I wanted him closer, to not have to worry about being in different time zones. My goal was to go visit him as much as I possibly could when he moved closer.
A lot of people have told me that they admire how strong I have been through all of this. I have him to credit for that. He’s a strong-willed individual himself. He could easily be negative and mad/upset all the time. But he’s not. He takes everything and just rolls with it. He has been my rock, my strength. Because he has pushed on, so have I.
I always say a prayer for him every day. Lately, it’s been a different kind of prayer. I’m still praying for him, but it’s a different prayer again. I do know that God has a plan in store for us, and he will be home soon. Time will fly by like it has the past 2 years. Granted, at the time, I’m sure it didn’t seem like it flew by. But it has.
It stormed last night when I was in church. I drove home, and the sun started to come out, as it was still raining a little. I began to wonder if I would see a rainbow. I looked to my right a couple of seconds later, and there it was. God always reassures us that everything will be alright, and He was reassuring me last night that everything would be. We all face hardships in life, different things in various stages in our lives. God is constantly telling us everything will get better, just don’t give up.
