Thankful for his Face

I don't usually post on my blog this frequently. This is something that I want to remember. My husband left for Uganda on August 15 and he is scheduled to return Saturday September 17. We have communicated any way that would work, instant messaging or phone calls. Today for my birthday he called. In the middle of our call we lost the connection. I was sure that was all that would happen. I went to the computer and gravitated to his facebook page. He was smiling from under his OPC baseball cap. The picture reminded me of our short time at the beach with family. Suddenly the sound of a skype call rang out. The call wasn't very long but I got to see his face.

Later in the day beautiful flowers arrived that Steve had ordered before leaving for Uganda. I was happy to receive them but they could not compare to the present I received when I saw his bearded face. I could see the twinkle in his eye and his soft smile. We will, God willing, have many days, special as well as those quite ordinary that will be graced with each other's physical presence. He is not a different man because he is on a different continent. The man who comes home on Saturdays should be just as treasured as the one who is now so far away. Close or far away, birthday, anniversary or ordinary day, no matter the circumstances Stephen Doe is a gift from God.

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