After 9 months of anticipation the letdown is abrupt. Time passed like a speeding train and if not for the 1000 pictures as evidence I would mistake these past 2 1/2 weeks for a dream. Despite months and months of planning and dreaming and hoping, our trip to Europe exceeded every one of my expectations. I can’t help but look back with humble recognition of how blessed I truly am. A once in a lifetime experience for many is turning into an almost annual experience for me. A few days in London here, a week in Vienna there, precious time with loved ones in Romania; it truly is more than I could have hoped for. And even though the goodbyes are nearly unbearable, every moment spent together is somehow enough to mend the hurt caused by distance and provide enough memories to tide us over until the next time we meet.
There is never enough time; be it 2 weeks, 2 months or 2 years. And the question always lingers, “where did the time go?” And the answer always escapes us all. Yet even as this airplane carries me away from the ½ of my heart still in Romania, and even as the sadness is at times overwhelming, the conclusion is always reached; it was worth every sacrifice. It was worth enduring suffocating heat without the comfort of air conditioning. It was worth the long, cramped hours in cars and planes. It was worth the hard work it took to make these memories financially possible. It was worth it all.
These memories sustain us until its time to start planning for our next reunion. Then the anticipation carries us until we meet again in an airport either on their side of the world or ours. And above all there is always hope. Hope that God sees the desires of our heart. Hope that He has already set into motion a plan that allows us to unite our paths more than just once a year. And it this hope that ultimately makes tears shed and goodbyes whispered bearable. For “joy is always worth the wait, and fully living always worth believing”- Ann Voskamp.