I used to love Sundays. \u00a0It was the day of worship, family time, and rest. \u00a0The tradition started soon after we were married. \u00a0Even after the birth of our kids, the tradition continued. \u00a0We would go to church and then find a place to go out for lunch. \u00a0(Lunch was always interesting with five kids all wanting differnt types of food!) \u00a0And, more importantly, the\u00a0day usually involved some sort of nap or at least a lazy afternoon.<\/p>\n
But Sunday’s aren’t the same anymore. \u00a0We still go to church. \u00a0We still have family lunch either out or at home. \u00a0We still try to have some down time and even a nap now and then. \u00a0The biggest difference? \u00a0It’s now the day my husband leaves for the week.<\/p>\n
He was transferred to a job about 90 miles away a few months ago. \u00a0We 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. \u00a0We knew that moving before senior year would be traumatic for them and we wanted to avoid that if possible. \u00a0Thankfully 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. \u00a0We knew it would be hard. \u00a0And it is.<\/p>\n
So now each Sunday afternoon is a time of goodbyes. \u00a0Goodbye to my husband, my friend, my partner, and my encourager. \u00a0And it’s a time to gird myself for the week ahead, knowing there will be challenges to be faced.<\/p>\n
I’m thankful for the time we get each weekend and enjoy the time of reunion, but saying good bye is hard…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I used to love Sundays. \u00a0It was the day of worship, family time, and rest. \u00a0The tradition started soon after we were married. \u00a0Even after the birth of our kids, the tradition continued. \u00a0We would go to church and then … Continue reading