Friday, July 9, 2010

July 9 – “The Heartsick Dilemma”

 

Here's a dilemma for all you heartsick lovers out there.  Which is harder?  Being apart from the one you love for a long period of time with electronic communication your only link – not actually seeing each other at all, or being separated for awhile, then seeing each other, then being separated again – over and over?

 

I got to see Chris yesterday and this morning, but I had to be back in Galveston for a wedding rehearsal by 6:00.  It was great to be with her, but really tough to leave.  Especially since we had a hopes raising phone call that turned into a crushing, back to "normal" "see you whenever."  Chris's half sister from Temple called to say she was coming to spend some time in Bay City.  She is a nurse, so it appeared that Chris would be able to come home for a few days – at least enough to get a grandkid fix.  But then her Mom remembered that the sister will not drive anywhere except from her house to theirs and back – nowhere in between.  And tomorrow there is a big gathering of the aunts in Ganado, a little town outside of Bay City.  So Chris "has to stay and drive me there."  Her Dad offered to drive, but her Mom said, "There's no way you can drive to Ganado."  Guess that was out of the question.  So maybe after the gathering?  Well, then she remembered that the hospice nurse is supposed to show Chris how to do the lung drainage tube on Monday.  Can't come until after that.  Oh, and there is another doctor's appointment Tuesday, so she has to drive  them to Houston.  That's as far as they got.

 

Personally, I am all for the chance to see her in person, even if only fleetingly.  There's just something about touch – being together in person - that makes a relationship come alive.  And last.  I'll go back there on Tuesday or Wednesday or whenever I can.  She's worth it.

 

Luke 6:19 says, "and the people all tried to touch him, because power was coming from him and healing them all."

 

Father, there is power in touch.  Especially yours.  Touch me.  Touch Chris.  Touch her Mom. 


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