Missing You

I love and I hate the feeling of missing someone.

Because missing someone means you love them, know them, want them around.  God said that it is not good for man to be alone, and you aren’t. You’ve created community with people, you’ve laughed, you’ve cried, you’ve danced, you’ve lived life alongside them.

The blessing of missing is that you know.

But there is still the pain of missing. Of experiencing something and not having them there to share it with. Of wondering and not knowing how they’re doing. Of feeling out of sorts and out of place and just... you know… like something is missing.

I’ve been incredibly blessed to love and know so many people. To travel places and experience little bits of what heaven will be like.  To have my path intersect with the paths of beautiful, amazing and inspiring men, women and children.

And I’m so thankful. So in awe of this life I get to live.

But sometimes? I miss people. And while there is the blessing of it? Sometimes, it just sucks.

 

Sigh.