My husband arrived back home from a mission trip to Malawi yesterday. It’s an easy five minute friday word:
Yesterday before his flight landed, every fiber of my being ACHED for him. I missed him severely. Though I was ultra busy taking care of our family, I ached for him.
My ears ached to hear his voice.
My eyes ached to see him.
My hand ached to hold his.
we were reunited after 10 nights
and my ache dissipated.
Throughout the day, though the ache returned.
This time the ache wasn’t for him.
The ache is now for the Malawi orphanage and village people he visited.
The ache is for those children who have no parents and live on their own.
The ache is to not become complacent with the aftermath of a beautiful trip, but
take that ache and show more and more people
how much Jesus loves them.