I had so many plans for you, dear 2015. Rob and I dreamed…then planned…then dreamed a little more.
2015 would be the year we got it all together. We had made some serious financial decisions in 2014 and dreamed of what that would mean in 2015.
The things we would finally be able to do.
Build a fence for Buddy…our adorable little pup isn’t a pup anymore…he’s one of those dogs who takes us for a walk more than we take him 🙂 And he needs to be able to run and be crazy. Also. Sometimes he wants to go outside. Every. Two. Minutes. I am not even exaggerating y’all.
Take a trip…just the two of us. Without the girls. I know. But apparently parents do that. I can’t even imagine.
Fix up his Jeep. It’s sad. But seriously. Buying new tires…shocks…all those maintenance things that happen when you’re a grown up…we could not even do. But we were getting to a place where we would be able to.
2015 was going to be the year. Our year.
I wasn’t even worried about a relapse. I mostly did not even worry about a relapse.
Until it happened. And my dreams…our dreams…changed.
I thought I would just put those ^^^^ dreams off…until 2016…2017…
But we’re just over 60 days in this new reality. Rob’s in rehab. We get to talk twice a week, for ten minutes. We just got to see him this past weekend.
I worried over this weekend. I stressed and cried and doubted.
Y’all. It was just the best. Too short. But…the best.
Except now I miss him even more.
My dreams now are about our next visit. What it will be like when he gets to come home for first a 5 day…then a 10 day visit.
How will he feel…How will I feel…
What will our next reality look like…when he comes home for good. Things will have changed. They already have.
Jeremiah 29:10-11 (The Message) This is God’s Word on the subject: “As soon as Babylon’s seventy years are up and not a day before, I’ll show up and take care of you as I promised and bring you back home. I know what I’m doing. I have it all planned out—plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for.”
Maybe our seventy years aren’t up yet…So I’ll keep dreaming…praying… trusting that in God’s perfect time everything that we hoped for will be.
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