I used to love Sundays. It was the day of worship, family time, and rest. The tradition started soon after we were married. Even after the birth of our kids, the tradition continued. We would go to church and then find a place to go out for lunch. (Lunch was always interesting with five kids all wanting differnt types of food!) And, more importantly, the day usually involved some sort of nap or at least a lazy afternoon.
But Sunday’s aren’t the same anymore. We still go to church. We still have family lunch either out or at home. We still try to have some down time and even a nap now and then. The biggest difference? It’s now the day my husband leaves for the week.
He was transferred to a job about 90 miles away a few months ago. We made the decision for him to take the job and for us to stay behind for the next year so our kids could finish their last year of high school. We knew that moving before senior year would be traumatic for them and we wanted to avoid that if possible. Thankfully my husband’s company understood our dilemma and has helped make arrangements so he can live close to work and come home on the weekends. We knew it would be hard. And it is.
So now each Sunday afternoon is a time of goodbyes. Goodbye to my husband, my friend, my partner, and my encourager. And it’s a time to gird myself for the week ahead, knowing there will be challenges to be faced.
I’m thankful for the time we get each weekend and enjoy the time of reunion, but saying good bye is hard…
