FOUR HOURS

FOUR HOURS

I’m feeling especially homesick tonight so I thought I’d blog and see where this goes…

Yesterday, God sent me a surprise in the form of a dear friend from the True North who’s been travelling Asia and happened to be able to come by my city for a brief visit. Brief is not a short enough word though to describe how momentary the four hour visit was. Four hours was only long enough to grab lunch, pass through a local park, breeze through some of my teammate’s apartments and spend some time in musical worship with the rest of my team. Somewhere in there, we managed to have maybe 7 minutes of private conversation.

It’s gotten me thinking though… dear friends are hard to come by. Especially when you’re living in another part of the world. Time together is so very precious – and when there is distance, so very rare. So I look forward to being back in Toronto this summer, but at the same time, I dread moving away again.

Such is the life I’ve chosen. Such is the life I’ve been called to.

I can’t say it’s easy or that my heart doesn’t ache. I can’t pretend I’m a hero. I can only take comfort in the fact that Jesus is the one Friend who will never be separated from me and trust that the ache is familiar to Him too.

To those back home: I miss you all so much. Your smiles, your voices, your hugs, your presence.

To the dear friend mentioned: Thank you for being a beam of sunlight poking into my world. It really was a delight to see you. Next time you come, it’ll be for longer, right? ;)