I have sort of thing going with my children… when they’re away, I tell them that when they go outside and see the moon… I’ll be looking at the moon and I’ll be seeing the same thing they’re seeing. There’s something strangely comforting in all that… something connecting. I guess, in a way, that if I’m able to see the moon at the same time they’re seeing it… well… then they must not be all that far away.
Now, when Kathryn was in Uganda, however, my comfort was simply in knowing that the same God who sees me, loves me, pardons me, protects and provides for me – well, He’s the same God doing all that for her. So, though I couldn’t see the moon at the same time she was seeing it… somehow I had great comfort at the reminder that she did see it… just earlier.
So, Hanny… I’ll be looking at the moon, and I’ll be seeing you.
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