So, you probably though I'd write about Rome. Actually my thoughts all involve my daughter, Sarah, and leaving her behind:
Before we left Paul and I had to complete our will's. (Unfortuantely we hadn't done that since she was born) It scared me to death (no pun intended) to even think about what could possibly happen to us either traveling or even while in Rome. But it had to be done. The night before we left I was very weepy and not wanting to leave her - even though she was giong to be in great hands. I called home every day just to make sure she was ok - no matter what the cost. Upon our return last night, I cried and cried once I finally saw her and held her in my arms. (It brings tears to my eyes as I type this.) She hugged me and kissed me and wouldn't let me go. (The feeling was mutual.) I am writing all this to say two things:
Can you imagine what God feels when we leave Him, yet decide to return?
Most importantly, I can only hope that when I get to Heaven that God will hug me, kiss me, and hold me as I did with Sarah to show me His amazing and everlasting love.
I can truly say that I have felt the love that God feels for His children. I love my daughter more than anything else in this world (not sure how healthy that is; nevertheless, it's the case). I would do absolutely anything for her. That is how God's love is for me and you. Isn't that the most wonderful thing?
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