I knew I had to give God a chance to show me, to make it clear. I gave Him time—a long time—hoping He would close doors and keep us home, but He only opened them.
My mother stood beside our car with her arm around Karen and together they waved goodbye. Tears streaked their faces. I choked on my own sobs. How could I survive four years without seeing them? (Grandma’s Letters from Africa, Chapter 2)
And that was what hurt so much: How could I survive four years without seeing them? Four years!
Thanks so much for calling. I am sorry if I have worried you by not writing more. I have wanted and tried to write a bunch lately and I have failed most times because I haven’t been able to read through my tears. But don’t get me wrong, I am not miserable in the least. In fact, everything is going quite well overall. I just do miss you very much and I get frustrated when I have to try to explain everything in letters. I wanted to say much more on the phone this morning. I was so thrilled that you called but I didn’t want to cry.
I really, really want to come see you this summer. Can I stay for a long time? I know I won’t want to leave.