My parents flew back to Singapore on Sunday. They had been here for 4 weeks, having arrived just a few days before Silas was born. They were such a gift in the days that followed...cooking and cleaning, offering baby guidance, and loving on our precious son as much as possible. Saying goodbye on Sunday was difficult for all of us.
I've never regretted my parent's decision to follow the Lord's calling on their lives to work in full-time missions. I loved growing up overseas. But we will all openly admit that the journey has not come without it's share of sacrifices. We all miss the companionship of being together. And when we say goodbye I always feel a sort of emptiness that lingers for a while. The house was much quieter yesterday and today. Shane and I are back to cooking for ourselves. And Silas has been a bit fussy, which is not his norm, so I am blaming it on less attention and fewer arms to snuggle in.
The past two days I've been reminded that there is coming a day when there will be no more goodbyes. Amazingly, the scripture specifically states that the sea that separates us will be gone. Oh, how I long for that day...when not only will we be together with each other and our Lord Jesus, but "He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away." 21:4 What a promise for those who are in Christ Jesus.
In the meantime, we have a treasury of memories from the first weeks of Silas' life. What a joy that we got to share them together. This is my mom and I, and Shane and my dad on the night before they left. We were out to eat and had Silas with us, but little sleepyhead didn't wake up to be in any pictures.
Here is Nana having Sunday School with Silas in his room. So sweet.
And Papa reading the story of Paul and Silas to our Silas out of the children's Bible they got for him.
