It’s been (about) 6 weeks; 1,008 hours; 60,480 minutes.
We have (about) 4 weeks; 672 hours; 40,320 minutes.
This week has been a trial of trust and faith.
The rain this week has been as relentless as the weeks, hours and minutes that have passed since you left. I have added your location to watch the weather. I have scoured the FB page checking on the base status. I have sorted through the mail looking for correspondence.
I watch the radar as the rain pours where you are and flash flood warnings cross my screen. I read the FB page and see that the unscheduled leave policy is in effect; that families may struggle to get to graduation; that road closures abound; that schools are closed. I have desperately hoped for mail or a phone call each day.
Amidst the worry, I have come to recognize that I must grow my wings in trust and faith. Instead of watching, I will close my eyes. Instead of scrolling, I will fold my hands. Instead of hoping, I will pray.
Fly high son...my roots are strong in trust and faith these next 4 weeks; 672 hours; 40,320 minutes.
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