They really don’t.
Anyone close to me knows that my husband and my children are my life. I love them to pieces. BUT, when I was at Mount Hermon, in the midst of other believers- worshipping God together through His Word, through song, and through our gifts of writing, I was home.
By day three, when I should have been aching to be with the ones I love, I spoke with my husband Paul. “I love you sweetheart, but I don’t miss you.”
Sounds pretty harsh, I know, but it was the truth.
This was the natural waterfall and babbling brook that could be heard from my cabin. I had my quiet time with Him beside this stream each morning. It was such a beautiful fingerprint of what God had told me in His Word. “For the LORD your God is bringing you into a good land, a land of brooks of water, of fountains and springs, that flow out of valleys and hills.” Deut. 8:7
God used His holy paintbrush to bring beauty to this blessed place.
Don’t ever wonder about your loved ones again.
They still love you. But they don’t miss you.
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