This is Day One of my girl being gone. This morning (afternoon there) she arrives in Africa.
Last night at about 10:40 I wondered what time she would get home and remembered that she will get home in 3 months. 3 months.
This morning I took a bath in my ridiculously large (and wonderful) bath tub and thought of whether or not she will have water to wash her face tomorrow morning.
Today I carry her in my heart before the Father. My Abba. The one who sees us both and knows every need we have before we have it.
And I remind myself that a layed down life happens in Mamas too.
He is good.
He is worthy of more than I have to give and I have given my best.
