Damn it, Tom! Why did you have to go and leave? Yes, a rhetorical question.
I teeter between being just fine and being on the verge of tears.
The only thing that I can do is re-direct that frustration to prayer — that God will protect you, give you wisdom in your work and to please please bring you home safely to me. I thank God for the employment that he has provided, and hope that He will someday provide something that doesn’t take you so far away from us, so frequently, yet provides for your need for mental stimulation at work and for our financial stability at home.
I struggle with the idea of facing superficiality and abuse tomorrow morning in what is supposed to be sanctuary. My stomach turns just thinking about it, and I wish you were here to lend me some courage.
I miss you, love. It’s lonely here without you.