Two fields, one team

A little over 48 hours ago (not that I’m keeping track), Mark left home with a carryon that would likely make me fall over backwards and a suitcase weighing exactly 49.9 lbs. It took him 28 hours door-to-door to arrive in Baoding, China where he’s serving until he comes home to us.

The Internet is fickle, making Skype really just a slideshow of a few still images. Getting children out of bed last night and gathering 5 of us around my Macbook only to see a still picture of their father with a funny expression on his face wasn’t so satisfying. So, an email and a few text messages are all I’ve got thus far.

Thursday and Friday were easy peezy really if you overlook Drew going on a few too many rides at the Dogwood Festival and throwing up “in front of everybody” and a doctor visit which required restraints for Lydia to remove stitches she got Monday night.

While we’re sleeping, he’s serving on one side of the world. While he’s sleeping, I’m serving on the other.

I’m serving. I’m serving. I’m serving. I gotta keep telling myself that when the twinges of envy come (okay, they may just feel a tad more than twinges) and when this wife’s heart simply is missing her husband.

Sleeping or serving, content with my call today or feeling not so content, there is security in knowing that the same Son over him in Baoding is the same Son over me back home. We’re on the same team.