All good things come to a end......at least for now

This morning marks the end of our host visit. I have learned so many things about living, loving and giving. You often find yourself as a parent forgetting things about yourself that are long buried through the sandstorms of life.I had forgotten the deep pain of loving and letting go. I forgotten the feelings of loneliness when you feel as though your it. This morning, I remembered all those things. We watched our little freckled face girls walk down the ramp to their seat, only to return being escorted by the flight attendant back to see us one last time before the flight left.

What a painful thing. As parents, you can kiss bruises, clean and dress cuts, nurse them when they are ill but there is nothing you can do about a broken heart. That is the most helpless feeling and there is no way to explain that. All I can do is hold them close, remind them that it will be fine and that we love them. I felt as heartbroken as they did. We cried with them and everyone else did too. The flight attendants, gate workers and other passengers were crying.

We lived, we loved, we laughed and now we let go. We have trust that God will keep them safe and protect them. We trust that every night, they will be tucked in by angels and kept warm be his shaw. We trust that his host of angels will stand watch until our return. We trust that our Lord will remind them daily, they are wanted and they are loved.