"To believe in the things you can see and
touch is no belief at all; but to believe in the unseen is a triumph and a
blessing." ~ Abraham
Lincoln 1809-1865
I've been away from home nearly a week
now and this saying has come back to haunt me many times over. At home, surrounded by the walls we built
together, the gardens we planted and the trees we watched grow, the room where we
shared our dreams, it is easy to believe in the unseen for I can still see and
touch. In our home, he continues to be
with me in some tangible way.
This is the longest I have been away
from home since his death. How many
times have I wanted to reach for the phone and call to let him know that I
arrived safe, that I am enjoying the presence of my family and that he would
have enjoyed the great sights ... but most of all that I miss him and so wished
he could have joined me on this trip.
I continue to struggle with believing
in the unseen. This trip is teaching me
how; teaching me that I really don't need to call, that he is with me always.
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