Day 9. I’m having one of those can’t-wipe-the-smile-off-my-face days. I am practically bursting. I want to sing, shout, dance, and fall flat down on my face in praise to God for His goodness. He’s done something only He could have done, and I am amazed and humbled. And a little bit ashamed that I’m amazed because He is able to do so much more than I can dream or imagine.
And I’m struggling to find the words to tell my husband about it, to explain what is happening, what has happened. And I’m afraid that he won’t share this joy because he didn’t experience the circumstances that brought it about or he won’t understand what I’m feeling.
This is sort of role reversal for us, and I think this is another way God is shaping, or reshaping, our relationship through separation. I can’t name any specific times, but I know I’ve been on the other end of this kind of joy, unable to understand and maybe a little jealous of it.
Rejoice with those who rejoice, the Bible says. Oh, how I want my husband here to rejoice with me in person. A phone call will have to cut it for now.