As a Navy Brat, I grew up very close to my immediate family. My lil brothers, mom and dad were my best friends. As an adult, I’m still very close to them. The only difference is there are 800 miles between my parents, baby brother, nephew and I; and over 3,000 miles between my middle brother and I.
I am very blessed to have a husband that ensures I see my parents and/or brothers 1-2 times a year.
In the early years of our marriage, I had a very difficult time being far apart from my family. I was not a good example of “leaving and cleaving.”
I now realize that God has me living away from them for a reason. If I lived too close, I personally would have a very difficult time being the wife I am called to be. I would want to see my parents every day, and my home would surely be in disarray. My marriage hanging on by a thread, if that.
What I used to see as my greatest struggle, I now see as the blessing God provided.
There are some hard days, right now I miss them and am very homesick. It is times like this that God brings to mind FFH’s song “Follow Love”
My love is here. I must go and follow him.