Perspective...

So, I've been away from home for longer than I have ever been in my life, and I still have about three weeks to go! I'll admit there are times that I get that pitiful feeling of not getting what I want and I tell God that I want to go home!

Then He reminds me of some things. Last week, at the end of a long day I was dreaming of heading home to the states when one of the kids at the Youth Center came running up to me and said "Mr. John, Mr. John, my dad comes home tonight at 10pm, he's on the plane headed here right now!". I asked him how long his dad had been deployed, "A year, and he's coming home today!". Ok God. I get it.

This afternoon I was traveling back to the base from a lovely weekend in Conwy, Wales. I was anxious the hear from Joann, watching the time to see when she might call (remember, she is 6 hours behind me time wise). It seems that when I am waiting for a call that it makes me even more ready to head home. I changed to another train, looked around and found a seat with a nice lady and her two kids. The kids were 6 and 4, blond haired boys that reminded of mine. As we played games on the iPad I visited with the mother. She asked how long I had been in the UK. I told her I got here mid June, she said that it was about that time that her husband died. We were talking about that when Joann called and told me that she loved me.

I get it God, it's about perspective. I'll keep working on it, thanks for the reminder.