LDR

Long Distance Relationship

I knew it even before he actually told me, before we made it official, before we were holding hands, before we were counting months of happiness go by. I knew this would happen.

But somehow it still sucks. It still makes fat tears stream down my cheeks in public transport, in the shower, while charting, while walking...

We'll be turning one on June 15 and by that time he'll be in Saudi Arabia, I'll be in the US.

I need to be brave even if I'm such a sobber.

This is going to MAKE us. M-A-K-E us. Not the other way around.

Healing

A big chunk of the frustration I’ve felt in this process is that there is no quick fix. This surprises one in a world of instant meals and pills that need just a few minutes to dull your migraine pain. The memories strike like a virus, one minute you’re fine the next you’re trembling and chilled.

So I’m slowly accepting it as a companion for the long haul. I suppose there is some comfort in the journey. There’s a chance to look back at the long road traveled. There’s reassurance that this episode like all the others will pass. More importantly there is proof in both Scripture and personal experience of God’s grace that is unearthed and compiled during the process. With every episode, I learn to trust in Him more and see Him more clearly.

The next time a steady weight settles on my chest again and I can’t breathe through the thick of memories and emotions, I will try to be still and know He is God.