A guest post by Ken
And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. God saw that the light was good, and he separated the light from the darkness. God called the light “day,” and the darkness he called “night.” And there was evening, and there was morning—the first day. (Genesis 1:3-5)
From the beginning of time we have measured our days by the rising and setting of the sun.
It staggers me to think that my son and daughter, who are still half way around the world, measure the same days by the same sun and moon.
I wonder what they might be dreaming about. Is there someone tucking our children in tonight? Telling them a bedtime story? Asking them to say their prayers? Are they praying for a mommy and daddy who they have never met?
I wonder what they might be hoping tomorrow will bring for them. Are they wishing and praying for parents? Do they long for a place to call home?
What will tomorrow bring for our children? Will they learn to skip or throw a ball? Perhaps sing a new song or meet a new imaginary friend?
I wish I could have tomorrow with them. Just to talk with them or laugh. Perhaps tomorrow we could go for a walk. Maybe they could tell me a story about a game they played or I could read to them a story about a curious little monkey.
I know that there will be other days, but tomorrow is a special day. I don’t know what will happen tomorrow, but I wish I could share it with them. Something will happen tomorrow that will be a first and I will miss it. There will be countless other milestones: seven times tables, skipping a rock for the first time, blowing a bubble, but tomorrow will never happen again.
It is still uncertain how long it will be before Robin and I could go and get our children. We long for that day. No, we ache for that day. But each day, from now until then, hurts. It is one more day apart. One more scraped knee that we don’t get to bandage. One more bedtime story that we don’t get to read. One more game that we don’t get to share.
But one thing I do know for sure is that every sunrise brings us one day closer to being together. So while it pains me to be separated from them I look forward to each sunrise and every sunset because I know that soon we will be sharing our tomorrows. And soon there will be yesterdays filled with memories of love and laughter. The days will not be perfect, but they will be shared and that is enough.