As the time here is drawing to a close,
it is with a true pain in my heart
that I think of leaving.
After the team left there was a night I
just couldn’t sleep,
much was on my mind.
Maybe I was groggy,
but every few minutes I would count
how many days remained
with my treasured baby girl.
after counting the same number
two dozen times
I shook my head in frustration
No matter the number of times
I had counted,
the number had not change.
I told Emma as she prepared to move
here permanently last year,
that I was absolutely certain the Lord
called her at age six,
to prepare me.
He knew I would need a really
long, long, long time to get ready.
In April, as Liberty and I drove to the airport
to head home,
there was some rain and in the distance
there sat a beautiful rainbow.
I was stunned to see it.
After all, it rains here in Africa often,
but I had not seen a rainbow ever here.
At once I heard the Lord’s familiar whisper,
“Do you see that rainbow?
I set it there just for you this morning.
I am reminding you that
I keep my promises.
I go before her.
I am her rear guard.
I am always faithful.
I will tenderly care for her and hers.
I love her even more than you do.”
Although the familiar ache in my chest present,
the rainbow is also seen clearly in my mind.
To all those with children who serve
as full-time missionaries around the world,
you know what I mean.
“The angel of the Lord encamps round
about those who fear Him,
and He rescues them.”
Thankful that His promises never, ever change.