I thought it would be easier to say goodbye this time. I had already held him in my arms one last time and kissed him goodbye.
He's been TDY since Jan 2nd, so I really thought that this would be just an extension of that absence.
Not so. We spoke on the phone today. He told me he was flying out to the sandbox in the next hour or so. We told each other "I love you!" and my voice cracked. I cried. I hope he didn't hear it in my voice. He thinks I'm strong. He knows I am capable of changing a tire or climbing up on the roof to check the shingles. He's seen me balance the calendars of 5 kids and be nursemaid, chef, and taxi driver.
It's just that my best friend is no longer here. He's not in this state, he's not even in our country. That makes me sad. It made me cry to think that he was going so far away.
I don't want him to think I can't do this. I can. I can if I remember Philippians 4:13 for Pete's sake!
Because I am strong. "I can do all things through Him who strengthens me." As long as "I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus."
I think I'm going to be reading the book of Philippians a lot this year.