I’m so thankful you can’t see me right now; my eyes have permanent puffy bags under them from crying one too many tears this week.
I’ve run the gamut of emotions and am struggling to get my bearings. Some of my tears are empathetic…sympathetic.
Some Many are selfish.
It’s easy to over-dramatize things that don’t deserve drama. It’s hard to put into words situations that take drama to a whole new level.
Wayland is in India right now. Meeting young women freed from sexual slavery. In a city where as many as 50,000 people might move into and try to take up residency in one day. Getting into a slum has a waiting list there. Did you catch that? Getting into a SLUM has a waiting list. I cannot imagine.
He is in a place where approximately 3% of the population are Christ followers. (Talk about feeling like the odd man out).
I miss him something terrible, but I know he is doing what he is supposed to be doing. Still, it doesn’t stop me from wishing he was right here, holding me tightly in his embrace.
He is going to come back in a few days…changed forever. Ruined by what he has seen. Ravished with a need to change the world he has witnessed. Will I be ready?
Please pray for him. Pray for the others with him. Pray for the girls. Pray for our church and the direction we need to go with the information we receive. Pray for me – for the tears to dry up; for my faith to be bolstered.
Give it up for FaceTime (first time user) and the wonder that I got to see inside Wayland’s hotel room and he got to see Luke pick his nose, Anna make scary faces, Philip ask amazing questions, Nate encourage him, and me and my puffy eyes in real-time today. Technology does not cease to amaze me.
My eyes filled with tears several times, but I stopped short of the ugly cry.
I can’t say as much now.