2nd Week

 

This is one of the beaches in the far-away town where my beloved grandson now lives.

    Not very far away, but far away enough. He left on Thursday morning and I gave myself the day to cry. I had to pack some things away so I wouldn't immediately think of him and cry again. I washed and packed away his bedding too, just in case it triggered a tear.

    In all of this, I fully recognise that HaShem is the Mighty Mashgiach and He has orchestrated this for His own good reasons. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that He will only do good for me and Juan-Dre, even if it may be a bit painful for the moment. His plan will soon become clear.

    So I seek to fill my time with the things God has for me. I pray, read and study Torah, meet with other ladies and groups online to do the same, as often as I can. I also try to see as many real people as I can.

    I went to visit my beloved mother on Monday. Here is the proof:

    On Erev Shabbat last week, it was the first time in about 8 years that my grandson didn't come for the evening. So just to make the first time easier for me, I asked my friend and her husband if they would come for a visit in the afternoon on their way home. They said yes. Then I remembered I had a class at 1pm, so I asked them to come later. Even though it meant them going home first and then coming all the way back to me, they did so with a smile. Thank you so much guys. It really did help. Praying subsequent Erev Shabbats will be easier.

    On the Thursday that I said goodbye to my grandson, I came home and filled most of the day with prayer and Torah study and chatted with a friend (I was still in crying mode - sorry 🌹).

    When I video-called my grandson for our nightly prayer session, he was happy and cheerful and I offered deep and grateful thanks to HaShem for his contentment.  He sometimes forgets to charge his phone, which forces me to send him the prayer via a video message. I like to see him at the end of each day, though, because his smiling face gives me great joy.

    On his first night in Port Elizabeth, when I called him he was lying down on his bed. He got up and showed me around his bedroom. I got the full tour. Our nightly prayers usually last exactly One Minute, but on this Thursday night was a whole Six Minutes long! This granny is not complaining!

    It's One Week today that he left and it feels less painful. However, I surprised myself  in a prayer meeting this morning when I cried again. But God is helping me. I will never stop praying for my grandson - along with my children - and I will forever hold on to my firm trust in God that He will always look after them.

    I do still feel a bit lost now, thinking that I might only see my grandson in 3 months, but I will trust HaShem to settle me into this new season that He has begun in my life. It is so wonderful to me that when we walk with God, He renews our strength like the eagles, and even when we grow old, He still causes us to grow and bear fruit.

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