Yes, the house seems empty now. Living 5000 miles away from your children is
not something I find easy. I usually spend a couple of days after they leave feeling
the “empty space” that comes with their departure.
My mother-heart feels heavy,
I might shed some tears, and sometimes relish in the memory of the very
familiar feeling that “being a whole family” brought back. I’m sure many of you
can relate. The long distance family is no longer an unusual phenomena in our
global world.
I often struggle with what this means for us as a family. Does the long distance define us? How do we balance a live meaningful relationships as a "long distance family"?
How much should we "hold on" and how much should we "let go"?
| Cheese fondu prep |
I visited a refugee center in a neighboring village this
morning, 7 km from my house.
40 people arrived just 3 days ago from various
countries that have been ravaged by war, poverty and economic crisis, and 140 more
will join them in the next couple of months. I assume that most of them felt they had to
leave their “home” and likely even family members to hopefully find a new place
to begin again.
As I sat with them in
a room listening to the social worker explain, through broken translation, the refugee
center’s “Hausordnung”, you could
sense their apprehension, questions and uncertainty about this new place and their
future lives.
| Good times with Grandpa! |
Family is important! It is a gift to have one, whether
long-distance, displaced, patch-work, or if you all live in the same town. Cherish your family, make your relationships
a priority. Be open to sharing “your family” with those who don’t have one.
Phil and I work with so many children who don’t.
Pray for each other, encourage
each other, carry each other, and love, love, love.

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