ache.
The air was crisp, but I didn't wear a coat because it seemed right to feel the sharpness. A day spent with long lost friends, in a long lost place, with so many negative emotions, but so many tight binds that warm the heart. We said goodbye, we rejoiced, we wept, and we held each other. Because really that's all we can do. And tomorrow we'll get up and in a sense do the same thing; and the next day, and the next day. We'll keep saying goodbye until we get to say hello again. Oh, glorious heaven, come quickly.
I closed my eyes to remember how Jesus felt when He was surrounded by sorrow and weeping and loss; brokenness. Embrace His heart; you can love so much better when you walk through the valley too. Jesus wept. Jesus wept and so I can weep too. We all are free to weep.
A big, strong man, broken in the arms of a friend. Eyes filled with sadness. Stomachs longing to be empty but sweet treats bringing comfort. More hugs. More tears. More trying to hold back tears. Deep breaths. Long gazes held.
Oh, heaven come quickly. Jesus, come quickly.
It's okay to ache because this really does suck and heaven is coming but it really just doesn't seem to come quick enough.
And I watch my second parents weep, and try so hard not to weep, and all I can do is weep with them. And hold them. And love them. And ache with them. And remember that Heaven is coming.
Heaven is coming.
