I was talking to my mom on the phone tonight. She hasn't been feeling very good for over a week, but she always says she's fine. I can hear it in her voice...she's tired and weak. She isn't herself.
It hit me tonight stronger than any other time...I'm moving far away. I won't be close to my mom. Anyone who knows me knows that I am not the kind of person who needs to talk to my mother everyday. But when I heard my mom's weak and tired voice on the phone I missed her. I missed the idea of being within driving distance from her. I missed the comfort of knowing I can drive to the house that I was raised in and be there in less than two hours. I miss my mom. I miss my brothers who I always see when I'm there and I miss my sweet nephews who I treasure.
Tonight is the first night I have cried this strong. It feels like the process I'm supposed to go through before I move to Africa. I won't try to suppress what is going on inside. I will cling to the Lord through this process...he'll lead me through.
I talked to my Cousin Cathy tonight. She is one of my most favorite people. I'm going to miss that girl. I cried after I talked to her.
I am thankful that I have people in my life that I'm going to miss so much that it makes me cry.