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Sunday, January 25, 2009
-A Quiet Sunday-


Do you remember that sensation of anticipation from where you were a child? The feeling of nervous excitement for that upcoming trip or promised present? The giddiness that follows your every step and makes you unable to sit still.

That is nothing compared to the knawing ache of being seperated from the One you need with all your heart. Knowing that He will be here in less than 3 weeks should soothe my nerves and keep me grounded. Pfftttt!!!! It is fast becoming a physically painful ache that haunts my every move and thought. i remember He said this week with Him away would be a test, to see if what we have will fizzle out or get stronger. i can say with all honesty it only gets stronger with each passing moment.

i barely slept last night and knew He was watching over me as i slept. i tossed and turned, woke up reaching out across the bed for the body that wasnt there. Its as though a part of me is missing and He took it with Him. i cant speak for Him or how it makes Him feel. i know from His voice on the line He needs it as much as i do. i can hear the stress in His voice from the business that called Him away and it kills me that there is nothing i can do to ease that for Him.

i busy myself as best i can. The house hasnt been this spotless in awhile. i mean the walls were washed for crying out loud.

He told me weeks ago that the ache was going to get stronger. Lordy i hate it when He's right all the time. And so for now i push myself to stay busy and focus on knowing in due time i will be in His arms and likely crushed against His chest. And thats just fine with me.

Until later,

Armour's brat

Posted at 2:57 PM

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