Seeing Christ in the Loneliness of Repatriation
The cuckoo clock on the wall chimed the hour. A quiet house usually brought me comfort, but not today. Alone with my anxious thoughts, I began to despair about the season of life I was in…
The cuckoo clock on the wall chimed the hour. A quiet house usually brought me comfort, but not today. Alone with my anxious thoughts, I began to despair about the season of life I was in…
How can I mourn you I never knew?
By the time I was old enough to know,
Disease had already changed you.
I was whisked away by circumstances,
And I chose to be away later, after you passed…
A groan of anguish seeks to escape—
I barely contain it.
Why, why, WHY
Why does it feel so broken?
This was to be a joyful reunion,
A celebration of the fruit of many years—
Yet here is heartache in the happiness…
Jesus understands our humanity. He understands our grief. He understands our pain. And instead of chastising us, He weeps with us for the brokenness of this world.
I never expected the parting to be so hard. I never expected to still feel homesick every day three months later. I never expected my heart to feel as though it were trapped in another continent, another country, another home.
Although our emotions sometimes overwhelm us like a storm, they are a passing storm – not permanent – and they do not change the reality that we are loved by God and precious to Him.
Out of all the emotions a person could feel during Christmas, why was mine grief? The feeling stemmed from being away from my “extended family,” and I don’t mean my blood relations.
The unexpected situation – no matter how surprising and undesirable it is – is expected by God.
I remember, years down the road, realizing that I forgot one detail out of one of my memories. That led to several nights of recounting everything that I remembered about my experiences there…