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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