Recently I was visiting my parents. During church, Charlie got loud and I had to take him out. While we were in the hall and I noticed my friend in the hall with her youngest. My dear friend recently lost her husband. She is one of the most wonderful, faithful women I have ever had the privilege of knowing. Even though she has several boys to take care of, and I'm sure her future often seems scary, she goes forward with a brave heart and a strong will.
I was looking at her and thinking how pathetic I was, having missed my husband who was gone for a few days only. Even though it was only 3 days or so, I missed him so much. It was then that I realized that my friend and I were holding on to the same hope.
We were both separated from our husbands. We both had hope that it wouldn't be forever. My situation was different because I knew exactly when I would see him again. Her hope was eternal.
I am so grateful for my knowledge of eternal families. It gives us hope.