What’s been amazing about Matt being gone is that while we haven’t gotten to really speak to each other, he has had wireless a lot more than we originally thought he would. So randomly, he’ll get a quick second to email, and check what I’ve written him. Funny how it takes true distance to really help you appreciate the important things–is my husband alive, safe, fed, sheltered. Suddenly conversations are composed of the essentials. “I’m okay, I landed, arrived safely, got to eat, fed the homeless”…and I can breathe a little easier. It’s amazing too how much more challenged I am to pray for him, and suddenly I pray for so much more than his safety. I pray for his heart, his masculinity, his relationship with God so ours can grow too. I look up verses that contain certain words that are on my heart, for whatever reason, and hope God uses them whether they came directly from Him or not. I just always hope that after trips like this, I keep those habits. Sometimes I do, and they last for a little while, but not too long. My goal this time is to keep that up. Not to put anything on him, but to discipline myself to do what I can to bring us closer together. I’m so excited. Not too much longer. And in the meantime, while he has been gone, I have sojourned to my own heart and found myself and Jesus there again.