Family has been on my mind a lot these days. I am not sure why, exactly.
But, as I said goodbye to one of the bestest BFFs last Sunday, after SUCH an amazing birthday weekend... my heart was heavy. There she went, back home to her hubby (who had a little scare, which could have been why my heart was weighed down a bit more. Ya know, b/c when my friends hurt, I hurt too. Annnnd, PTL, everything is just fine!!) and precious girls... back to her family.
Mart was able to spend time in Orlando, getting away from life down here, spend some quality time with her hubby and the babe... and of course with her parents/sisters/brother/and everyone else... her family.
My family is so far away. They are all over the place. Mom. Dad. Brother. Nieces. Aunts/Uncles. I love them and miss them so much sometimes. I wish that I could have more moments of just being in the same room with all of them. At the same time. Er, well... I don't actually know if that's a wise idea, but I think you get what I'm rambling on about. I just want to BE with them.
And then of course... I yearn for that family of my own. Ah! There it is!
It seems to always come back to that, doesn't it?! #lifeofasinglelady
But, I have had such a strong sense to really pray for my future husband, recently. An every day, all in kind of prayer. Who knows why? I may not know that for a while, or ever. Perhaps the Lord is working overtime to prepare me for him, and him for me. Or, maybe he is in need of some serious prayers himself?
Whatever the case may be... I am glad to do it. The more I pray for my hubby, the more real he is. The less crazy I feel. He needs those prayers. No matter when or where or how ever we meet, we have our prayers. We are united through them... and in some sense that unity is a bit like a familial bond. Right? Maybe? Just go with me.
So, future hubs... if you ever read this... this one is for you! ;)