For 10 years I have always felt if I can only get back to the UK everything would be OK.Now I am back and I am lost.My family are lost why?
As I reflect I am reminded of giving birth to my first born.As a woman moves onto the second stage of labour she hits transition.the time when she can't do anymore,she is angry tired and feels like it's so not worth it.Of course we can't run away and we have to let nature take its course but oh the relief the joy when the new human being comes into the world.Was it worth it,oh yes,do we survive,absolutely is there indescribable joy,definitely.I came out the other side stronger with a new identity I was a mother but Oh what a privilege.Did I put myself in that situation again ,yes twice more.So birth is only a relatively short transition although intense.Some of the feelings are the same.In church we are talking about acts of courage ,for me it's an act of courage just to get out of bed.
Will joy come in the morning ,definitely Father has promised it.How long will we feel like this,who knows but oh the joy when we come out the other side. Lost ,lonely,abandoned,exhausted,broken ,that's me for a while but it's not my identity.One day there will be an atmosphere shift and all these things will fade like a bad dream.The only thing that will remain is the kind loving eyes of the saviour who is with us in the transition and with us in the joy.