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Hey tumblr. Been a few years. I’m back. Social media feels icky but this feels different.
There is hope, even when your brain tells you there isn’t.
— John Green, Turtles All the Way Down
“Grace goes beyond mercy. Mercy gave Ruth some food. Grace gave her a husband and a home. Mercy gave the prodigal son a second chance. Grace threw him a party. Mercy prompted the Samaritan to bandage the wounds of the victim. Grace prompted him to leave his credit card as payment for the victim’s care. Mercy forgave the thief on the cross. Grace escorted him into paradise. Mercy pardons us. Grace woos and weds us.”— Max Lucado, Grace (via 31women)
Being away from my sweet and Loving husband has been one of the most heartbreaking things I have experienced in my short life. Waiting five years to marry him only to watch him walk away after a month and a half into marriage to leave for a year long military deployment. There are no words to accurately describe the gut-wrenching pain of hugging him for the last time and sitting there in the car waiting for his bus to finally drive away. It felt as if part of me was ripped away and there was nothing I could do about it. No words to describe the pain of flying home without him and then being in bed every night and day without him. It’s been so long. I’m weary. I’m longing. I’m waiting. I’m waiting. I’m waiting. We have hurt each other along the way. Let things separate us and built up walls between us that should never be allowed. Husband and wife are not meant to be separated. What is also hard for me to fathom is that he is coming back in (hopefully) less than two months. My brain doesn’t want to believe that he really is coming back, because for so long I had to push those thoughts away. I couldn’t think about homecoming without it feeling just so far away and out of reach. But now it’s not. It’s nearer and nearer every day, every moment. And soon we will be back in one another’s arms and this year-long separation will fade into a distant, yet vivid and aching memory. Lord, only You can make this broken season into something beautiful, redemptive, restoring. Take us back to eden, Abba.
