Returning Home

by Gail

The girls and I are back from our few weeks with my father. I am doing well and am glad to be back at Will’s side as much as it grieved me to leave my father. And it did, indeed, grieve me. Leaving my father grieved me far more than even my mother’s passing. I don’t think I have ever felt such pure sadness in my entire life.

Life is so unexpected. I don’t think we expect it coming in and everything afterward is just as much of a surprise. If we suppose to have any expectations, we are often surprised by our own folly at having such expectations. The only thing I have found to do is to serve the Lord as best as I am able and cling to his promises. If we don’t expect life coming into it, I know that we all can expect to eventually be going out of it. And that expectation guides me. Because I know where I want to go when I do go out. And, if I am grieved to leave my earthly father’s side, think how it would be for me to leave my heavenly Father’s side. This life of surprises would be unbearable. And I do so want to return home.