Last night was rough. It was the eve of Skip leaving us again. He is starting his new position on Tuesday, but today he had to go to some appointments in Corpus, such as getting an inspection done on our possible new home. I know that this transition is only for a couple of weeks, but my son Seth had a total meltdown last night. He flat out did not want his daddy to go. Normally when Seth gets upset about something, Skip can have a little talk and everything is okay in a few minutes. This time there were uncontrollable tears as his little heart broke. I tried to pray with him, and reassure him that we will still see daddy almost every other night, but all Seth could think about was himself and his desire to have more time with his father. My boys have been spending so much time together since we moved to Victoria and Seth did not want that to stop.
The tears Seth shed made me think about my relationship with Jesus. Am I crying out for time with him? Is the time I do spend in His presence making me long for more and more time with Him? Am I sad when I don't see Him working in my life? Do I stop at nothing to make the time to pray and praise him daily? Seeing Seth long for more time with his earthly father was an excellent reminder to me to be broken hearted for time with my heavenly Father.