I waited long for the moment I would finally be reunited with my husband. For days, I had been anxious and giddy, preparing for his return. I was a well of emotion, and tears would spring forth each time I even spoke about David coming home.
Friends and family shared in my excitement and helped count down the days. They were excited for our reunion, but many confessed they had never endured long absence from their spouses. I likened the experience to our wedding day. Similar to a nervous, young bride, I primped and tamed the butterflies in my stomach. I carefully thought through my clothing, makeup and hair choices. I exfoliated, shaved, and moisturized. I paced, lost sleep, and cleaned to ease the nervous tension.
I simply could not wait.
And even down to the hour, I swayed with Baby O in my arms and steadied my breathing to keep my heart from leaping out of my chest. Each update of their arrival surged an ache in my body that was nearly impossible to soothe. Texts and announcements marked each step closer to the momentous occasion: “The plane has landed, boarding the busses, thirty minutes away, ten minutes away, pulling in to the base in a second.”
All of a sudden there they were, the flashing police lights followed by two busses with our heroes. I couldn’t help but let out a scream with the crowd as we patiently kept ourselves from attacking the busses and demanding they release our airmen.
One at a time they came proudly off the bus. Then, there he was: my husband, my love, my best friend. I bounded through the crowd of people with Baby O on my hip until our eyes met, and we collided with a long embrace. This is what I was waiting for.
In that single moment, all the apprehension washed away in a wave of grace. He made it home in my arms, and I felt safe and loved. Baby O was entirely smitten with Daddy and would not leave his side. He helped Daddy with his bags, and insisted on only holding Daddy’s hand. Oh how he had been missed.
Even now as I write, my heart aches at remembering the separation just a few short days ago. I remember the loneliness, the burdens, and the weight of dealing with most of life all by myself. It is now that I rejoice in answered prayer.
This is such a sweet time for our family. The newness of Daddy’s return makes every day special and all the small, unimportant bickerings fall to the wayside because time is too precious to waste.
As I’ve continued to reflect on this trial journey, I am reminded of an important truth: similar to the way I’ve waited and looked forward to the return of my husband, I wait and look forward to the return of my Lord and Savior. One day (if I’m not taken to heaven before then), the ultimate Love of my Life will return for me with a love even more fierce than that of my husband. It’s hard to remember sometimes that this world is not my home, and Jesus is preparing a special place for me in eternity, but my vision has been renewed. Through this tribulation, I have better understood what it means to yearn to be with my Savior. I am ever so thankful for the work He is doing in my life.
In the spirit of Thanksgiving, I want to pour out my gratitude for so many who have been by our side through this deployment. All of our friends and family have taken such good care to love and support us. They have sent letters and packages and lifted up prayers for our family. They have sacrificed time and energy helping watch Baby O or other countless acts of kindness. Our church family served by mowing our lawn routinely for the entire deployment, fixing our dishwasher, playing with Baby O to get out his energy when I had none, and loved on us with hugs and encouraging words.
I’ve also been overwhelmingly uplifted by those of you who are supporting me in my new business ventures. Whether you have hosted or attended a party, purchased products, read my blog, or have spoken sweet, kind words to my efforts in this new and crazy desire, I am truly grateful.
There were times when I was so overwhelmed with the love poured out to us that I couldn’t find words appropriate to express my thankfulness, and a simple “thank you” was all I could muster. And here I am, again trying to find words to express my thanks and coming up empty. All I can do is pray that one day God will reveal to you the full impact of your service of love to us. We are amazed at God’s perfect provision and love each of you.