Some of you know, some don't. I'll share in more detail soon. In a little over 3 weeks my wife and I are leaving our family and friends and for 3 months will serve the poor in Honduras. I will miss a lot.
I will miss all the conveniences currently at my disposal, but I'll adjust.
I will miss the easy access to stores, but I'll survive and simplify.
I will miss instantaneous Internet, but will learn to delay gratification.
I will miss fb on demand, but will hopefully interact with my wife more and everyone else less.
I will miss my friends and my community of faith, but I know I will cope with their absence.
I will miss going to a movie, but will learn to enjoy a sunset, instead.
I will miss my big house, but will soon appreciate any space available.
And I will miss my family and I do not have a clue how life will go on without them. This morning one of our daughters sent me this photo of her two boys, which translates into my two grandboys. I cried. I cried because I love them so much, I cried because I know I will miss them so much.
Yeh, I know. There's Skype, etc etc etc etc. I can take photos with us. All sorts of options. All of that will help, but the painful truth is-- a photo in your hand doesn't compare to a child in your arms.
Thanks for allowing me a melancholy moment.
