on missing J
Jason has been away in the shamba since Sunday. We knew it was needed and had felt God wanted him to go for a while. But daily life always keeps coming. Unless you choose to interrupt it's constant assault on your attention and time. We decided we needed to hear from Him. Like desperately. And we know He speaks. He comforts. He heals. He reveals.
Jason left on Sunday and has been taking back some time. Time to be quiet and pray and fast and rest and BE with his Father. And listen. The girls and I have been doing great- we even managed in 1 1/2 days with no power, a day of water issues, and no Internet (issues usually reserved for "the man of the house" to tackle). We have only gotten a few texts and a broken cell call yesterday because coverage out there leaves much to be desired but he sounds great. I have also been enjoying time at night to read and pray and cannot wait to share with J what I am feeling and hearing too. He comes back tonight and I am giddy. To hug him tight and hand him our sweet little baby girl. To sleep next to him again. To watch him read Annikah a book and pray with her tonight. To listen to all he has heard and experienced. And to share togther.