It was hard to leave my babies and go to Uganda this trip.
Really hard.
I missed them with an ache deep in my soul that I hadn't experienced before.
Sure, I always miss them.
But this was different.
Before I left, a friend who was encouraging me in my aching told me that we are "writing the story of our family."
I love that.
What is our story?
We love big.
We serve bigger.
We laugh hard.
God is first.
Family is second.
Always.
We sacrifice.
And sometimes, when God commands us, we ache for each other.
That's our story.
I love my babies and the GOD-sized story our family is writing.
And sometimes, when God commands us, we ache for each other.
That's our story.
I love my babies and the GOD-sized story our family is writing.
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Us too. I know.
Love you guys.
And sometimes, it is hard being away from friends, right? :)
That us such a great picture! And I love "writing the story of your family." I think about that concept a lot. What memories will my son take into adulthood? God help us...and help him remember the good and forgot our human frailties.
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