A choice

Today it was that time again to say goodbye to my parents, as they fly back to India. I don't think it gets easier. I still wish they were here all of the time (whilst being very proud of what they're doing out there too). It's been such a special summer with them too! So I've been thinking about today with a heavy heart.

We met my grandparents at a restaurant between our two towns, about an hour away, with both my brothers for a meal. It was a lovely way to get everyone together before saying goodbye.

Despite feeling really nervous in the car before the moment of 'goodbye', I'm ok. It still hurts but I was sort of on the edge of getting upset and decided to choose not to give in. I could be miserable the rest of the evening and take it out on J and the girls. But that's not fair and it doesn't help anyone. Instead I've prayed, listened to some worship songs and put it back into perspective. As God gives me peace, He's reminded me that mum and dad have gone out so that more people can experience that relationship with God. It helps a lot.

I have so many wonderful memories from their visit and Christmas is not far away!