Just like a rose,
the fragrance and beauty also have thorns,
is the path walked with friends.
Last year a family moved to our little valley and three of their children began coming to our school.
and a joy to know.
When they came it was understood,
they are missionaries to Mongolia,
and living here was only temporary so they could prepare to return to the land dear to their hearts, the birthplace of their children, the culture and people who make up home for them.
How sweet it has been to watch God work that they might return.
How bitter our parting will be.
Last Sunday the oldest of the children graduated from high school.
I smiled as while continually wiping my tears which refused to be checked.
In truth there will be even more tears as we get closer to seeing this dear boy off to the next part of his life.
In 2 weeks he’s moving to another state where a job, a home and school await him.
Words don’t express the emotions we feel.
Yet my heart reaches for the comfort of scripture where God reminds me He is the Author of it all.
He shall be with them and us.
He shall guide them and minister through them.
He has a plan for each one of them.
“Thank You, Father for letting us know these dear people.”
Because the beauty of the friendships far out distance the pain of separation.
The bittersweet moment of life,
loving others more than yourself,
accepting the change in the friendship because it benefits them.
“…Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking,…” 1Cor.13:4-5a