Walking With a Kingdom View
I just watched him walk away. Ugh! This is hard. Of course, I did it to myself. I refused to drive away until the last little bit of him was out of sight and in the dense woods of the Appalachian Mountains, it didn't take long. As he climbed up the mountain I allowed the tears to fall. It wasn't that I had been holding them back by any means, but it was the moment that his yellow cap was no longer in view that I realized, again, how much I would miss seeing him. I just plain like him. He's my best friend. Drat. I'm crying again... As I began to drive away I started grappling with the millions of thoughts that came rushing through. So many things need done. I have a house to pack. One child with a dance recital this week. Another that has been begging me to stop by Shiloh on the way home. One kid to get packed up from college for the summer. And the last kid, man, he's going to kill me. I thought about how many days before we would see Curt again and I began