It is not easy being a brother and a son far away from family. My sister is in Germany after a year in Iraq. I won’t go into details, but life back in Germany has possibly been more troublesome than it it was in Baghdad (with the exception that she is finally back with her six year old daughter). My mom, who is in the middle of a clinical trial for fibro-myalgia, is flying over to help her. As a son and brother, I’d like to wave a magic wand, say, “Ooga booga,” and fix everything. But I can’t.
“I can’t.” Were we not, as young Americans, taught never to say those words??? Yet, I can’t.
I have bounced back and forth from “getting done what has to be done today” to the verge of tears as I think of what I can’t fix. I’ve prayed alot today, and others have prayed with me. Our Bible study group tonight doesn’t realize how much I needed to be with them, nor how much it helped. (Guess I’ll just have to tell them then, huh?)
There is a silver lining to my sister’s needing my mom to make an unexpected trip to Germany. My sister, her husband and daughter have been there for about 4+ years. Only my sister has been able to come back to the US, and that only for some training. My niece, now six, is going to get to see Grandma. That’s fantastic. Regardless of the circumstances, I’m thrilled about it, and wish I could be there to see them together. My mom is also getting to have an extended layover here, so she’ll get to see Emma, now 7 months, for the first time since right after her birth. Even in the midst of our hardships, God is good, and gives good gifts, doesn’t He?