Just another example of our brokenness in sin. Why do we only truly appreciate what we have when we are separated from it? My fam is out of town for the week and suddenly I am aware of how much I love my wife and children. I suppose it has something to do with the peace and quiet that allows for reflection, where normally everything is a mad rush of chaos. And perhaps dealing with the pressure of trying to pastor and grow a church that has a great future ahead of it, as well as working on my Masters for the last two years.. These often unfairly only leaves scraps for my family. But this time makes me wonder if I truly express how precious my wife is to me or let my children know how much I love them. Do they know?
So I think that I will write a note to each one that they can read on their return that expresses those things. An idea for you to use as well?