leaving.

last night, o-boy and i took my dad to the airport. he had been here for about 2 weeks and it was oh.so.good! it was my dad's first time in africa AND his first time meeting nya and bauer. what a blessing it was to have him live life with us for 12 days.

as we drove away from the airport, i noticed tears were falling down o-boy's cheeks. i asked him if he was sad...it took a few minutes for him to respond but he silently nodded yes. i then asked him if he was sad that "papa" was leaving or if it was because we weren't leaving.....he didn't answer this question and i let it be. i quietly told him that i would love to listen if and when he was ready to talk.

i then realized that i couldn't really answer that question either. i had already shed my tears while i  hugged my dad goodbye. secretly, i wondered why at 30 years old, i was still crying when i hugged my dad goodbye. aren't i too old for this i wondered..?

as we continued on our way home, i thought about the question i asked o-boy....was i crying because i was sad to see him go or because i was sad that we weren't going....i think it was a little of both. it was so good to see my dad but so hard to see him go. especially not knowing when the next time i will be able to see him again. we don't know when we will get to go 'home' yet.

during the last month, we had been praying that we would be on that flight with him. we had been praying for some serious miracles to happen so that we could be on that flight. clearly, it isn't what God wants {yet} so we will continue to wait and pray for His will...

to Him be the glory.